if you make bomb ass pancakes, you are an option for my life partner. i wish i were joking, but i'm just not.

 

"Thus how much nobler is the study of music as a rational science than as a laborious skill of manufacturing sounds! It is nobler to the degree that the mind is nobler than the body. For he who is without reason spends his life in servitude. Indeed the reason reigns and leads to right action, for unless reason’s commands are obeyed, the action, void of reason, will be senseless"

- Music in the Western World Ch. 10

I was thinking today, and I realized that I genuinely love my tattoo. People [my mother] told me I would regret it, told me that tattoos just “aren’t me.” A year after I got it, though, I can honestly say that I am 100% happy I did.
My tattoo is on my right foot. It is a fermata, a musical symbol that indicates a certain note or rest will be held longer than standard as directed by the conductor. In the musical community there is a joke that states: “I’m a fermata… hold me!” This joke is actually the reason I got the tattoo, because not only does it make me giggle a little, but because really the only thing I want in my life is to be held, to know that someone cares about me.
After the fact, however, new meanings for my tattoo kept springing up. For instance, it could also represent something along the lines of “take your time,” because I do have a tendency to rush through things and not to appreciate the present. Or, it could be a reminder that I am in control of my own life, that I decide when to move on. It could even represent that all hardships, no matter how long they last, will eventually be overcome and my life will proceed.
I’m sure there are more, but either way it just makes me happy to know that I have something so meaningful to me permanently attached to my body, even if people told me I would regret it.

I was thinking today, and I realized that I genuinely love my tattoo. People [my mother] told me I would regret it, told me that tattoos just “aren’t me.” A year after I got it, though, I can honestly say that I am 100% happy I did.

My tattoo is on my right foot. It is a fermata, a musical symbol that indicates a certain note or rest will be held longer than standard as directed by the conductor. In the musical community there is a joke that states: “I’m a fermata… hold me!” This joke is actually the reason I got the tattoo, because not only does it make me giggle a little, but because really the only thing I want in my life is to be held, to know that someone cares about me.

After the fact, however, new meanings for my tattoo kept springing up. For instance, it could also represent something along the lines of “take your time,” because I do have a tendency to rush through things and not to appreciate the present. Or, it could be a reminder that I am in control of my own life, that I decide when to move on. It could even represent that all hardships, no matter how long they last, will eventually be overcome and my life will proceed.

I’m sure there are more, but either way it just makes me happy to know that I have something so meaningful to me permanently attached to my body, even if people told me I would regret it.

Why is this song so good? Fuck you, Deshawn, for getting me into country.

She is a very beautiful woman. And insanely talented.

She is a very beautiful woman. And insanely talented.

This article I’m reading about rap music just totally shit on America.

"Many mainstream blacks and whites persist in categorically negative appraisals of rap, refusing to distinguish between enabling, productive rap messages and the social violence that exists in many inner-city communities and that is often reflected in rap songs. Of course, it is difficult for a culture that is serious about the maintenance of social arrangements, economic conditions, and political choices that create and reproduce poverty, racism, sexism, classism, and violence to display a significant appreciation for musical expressions that contest the existence of such problems in black and Latino communities."

I wish I could hug this man right now. Like could he have hit the nail any harder on the head?

(Source: “The Culture of Hip-Hop” by Michael Eric Dyson”)