Secret to peaceful work.<\/p>\n
Yeah, she’s seventeen and does some of the same dumb stuff I did at that age (there are a few fashion mistakes<\/acronym> she’ll be regretting in a year or two, if my experiences are any indication), but dammit, I like Avril Lavigne. I bought Let Go<\/i> two months ago and frankly the only complaint I have is that I don’t have enough copies of it to keep me properly saturated at work, home and in the car. It’s hard to get sick of the music when every song is just a little bit different in style. (I will preface this post by stating that no one I know likes the music I like – not all of it. Someone might like Tupac, but think BNL is too silly to be real music, or like BNL, but disregard rap as a wasteland of skill-free thugs. That’s all right. I understand that my … <\/p>\n
\nWhatever. I’m a lame old man listening to a seventeen-year-old singing pop, but at least she’s writing her own stuff, and at least I’m listening because I really like it.*<\/p>\n* – By rights, I suppose I should be listening to Dave Matthews, who is so deeply revered by my demographic that he could sign his name to a steaming pile of dog crap and sell it to my panting, sweating generation without even trying**. I guess he’s just not my cup of tea – give me fire, attitude, and harmonized anger-management issues***.<\/address>\n** – Can’t remember where I first heard this sentiment expressed re: D Matthews? Seki? P’raps.<\/address>\n*** – One of the ways I’ve heard Linkin Park described, which seems aptly put.<\/address>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"