So here’s a random post of how awesome it is to find music. The other day I decluttered, trashed, displayed the hell out of my stuff in my room. Anyways, on this cleaning day I neatly displayed the books I’ve gotten in the past years as well as found a cute way to display CDs and DVDs. Not to mention proudly display all my jewelry on a shelf. Woot! Aside from dusting and trashing and finally putting something so that my sister’s many “colorful” belts and my growing scarf collection are nicely put away and not left to gather in a corner or nicely adorn the floor (mostly my sister’s belts). Sharing a room with a teenager is hell on Earth.
Anyways, although cleaning a room by yourself is such a drag especially since most my stuff were boxes due to moving back home, I had to trash many things to feel settled and at home. However, among the junk I found an old CD holder, this misplaced CD holder is the reason for my sudden leap in joy and for the post.
Finding long-lost CDs is a momentous event for music junkies all over. Now I’m left to rediscover and add to my extensive music collection. The additions, you ask. Well Shania Twain’s Up! and Come on Over start off the re-exploration. I remember that both these CDs were the soundtracks of carpools to school. My mother loved them and would listen to nothing else. I remember by the time for our Thanksgiving break my cousin had these songs stuck in his head. Let’s face it a teenage boy doesn’t voluntarily want those songs stuck in his head. My apologies.
Next was The Offspring’s 2003 album Splinter. Oh the memories. Yvonne and I would sing the chorus of Hit That while walking out of school in our eighth grade year. Oh we were such BAMFs. Rebels I tell you what with us belting, “I know you wanna hit that, hit that.” Damn straight. Then there’s Green Day‘s Kerplunk. In the words of Garrett Nickelsen, “Fuck you, I’m punk!”
Lastly, and odd mix of music made in 2007 by yours truly entitled, My Favorites. The CD included Daughtry, Kiss, The Eagles, Poison, Avril Lavigne, Ozzy Osbourne, Five For Fighting, Howie Day, Pink Floyd, Lynard Skynard, Natasha Bedingfield, and Papa Roach. Well isn’t that a cluster of randoms. Still my beating heart is not.
Combine this with my uncle letting me borrow he’s box set of Nirvana live recording and the such, I am going on a music overdose. I’ll tell you all about the trip.
The minor fall, the major lift.