Music to my ears

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I'm not much of music person per se. I don't play any instrument nor do I understand chords. And I like to believe that I can survive without listening to music for a couple days atleast, if it comes to that. However, most often than not, my room is blaring out songs and I need to listen to music while I take a shower or first thing in the morning when I'm getting dressed for college ....The thing is I am not much of a music person, but I prefer to be.

What I like most about music is how it transports you back to the person you used to be when you first started listening to the song. 5 seconds into the intro and you will be traveling back in time. When I was in middle school, I was a big "Hannah Montana" fan (still am, kind of). Hence, my playlist included a bunch of Miley Cyrus songs, a couple from Linkin Park (courtesy of my best friend's big brother), that super popular Avril song and of course, infamous "baby" by Justin Bieber. As a result, all of them are a source of fond nostalgia for me. Shouting the lyrics of "Rockstar" by Miley Cyrus at the top of our lungs with my bestfriend is something I can never forget. With the catchy beats, also comes the flood of cringe-y middle school memories, the good kind. We used to be such dorks but who isn't dorky at 13. As one of the books I read puts it,

“There’s no such thing as a good idea when you’re in seventh grade"
-Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

One of my biggest pet peeve I have when it comes to music is when people try to define "good music". For a while now, it has been closely associated with something that is not mainstream or from the current timeline. All of us have a bunch of songs, popular today, that makes us want to go deaf and thats okay. Each generation of music has had a couple bad songs (for the lack of a better word) that surged to popularity. Whats unacceptable is looking down on people who like it. Who am I or anyone else for that matter to decide what music another person should listen to? In this super judgemental world we live in today, the kind of music one prefers should atleast be free of judgement. For reasons unknown, In 2015 its cooler not to like something that is liked by many people. My question is WHY? Good music should simply be something that makes you feel good. If you like Beatles, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, good for you. But If you like Taylor Swift, One Direction, Selena Gomez, good for you as well. Don't let anyone withhold you from admitting what you like just because some people don't think it's "cool" or "hip".

I wrote the whole thing listening to Justin Bieber's new album . Judge me or be a person who is smart enough to respect others' preferences. Your choice.

Found this on the internet a couple days back. Mind=blown.

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