I've realized that I have a problem. I just can't control myself. It's an impulse, and I do it before I even realize it. Yes, I have a music addiction. Today, for instance, I went innocently into Target with the family, and ended up draining my funds on a Jefferson Airplane album and the Scissor Sisters CD.
But then again, music is worth more than money. And Jefferson Airplane brings out my inner-hippy (they sing Someone to Love...c'mon, you know that one). Heh. Hippies. I love the counterculture; I actually identify with it very much. Aside from the tye-dye and moccasins, that is (though selective tye-dye is cool). Hey, here's an interesting fact; "dirty hippies" came about from the idea that hippies did not bathe, shave, or wear deodorant. This is mostly true, but not because they liked being smelly and "natural," but rather in opposition to consumerism. Think about it; if you, for instance, use deodorant, you actually have tied yourself for life to an industry. Eew.
Man, I've been hitting the good music hard lately; mellow is the word. Cat Stevens, Jefferson Airplane, John Lennon...
