Music heals the soul

 I woke up this morning  to my blaring clock radio. Even though it was 6 AM i was pretty damn sure, this music BLOWS! I'm not sure when it happened, but I hate music! Not all music mind you, Just music made since....ohh...1999. Someone asked me a while back who my favorite band is. "Nirvana" I answered. A good answer. Solid. But I realized that, for obvious reasons , Nirvana hasn't made a SOUND in 15 years. I hate to sound like a  mosh pitting, flannel wearing GrandPa here, but the music today is awful!  I don't set out to hate it. In fact I want it to be good. I want it to move me. Sadly, it just doesn't. Sure there have been a few songs in the last decade and a half that I have enjoyed. And many more that I just "didn't hate."  Nothing has grabbed me though. Nothing has made me feel like flinging myself into another person. I miss that. Are the musicians today just not angry? Or is it me? Am I so comfortable that I can't suffer along with the angst ridden whippersnapper wailing from my speakers? I think it is me. I am now resolved to be miserable. To suffer. It won't be easy. The rewards, I hope, will be great though. I will be able to listen to a new song again and feel the singers pain, because, i know he feels mine. This of course will make me feel better. Sweet Irony! If I start feeling to happy there is always some Jonas Brothers or Miley Montanna not far away that I'm sure will bring me right back to a nice comfortable state of Irkyness. I'm off to iTunes. Pray for my misery. No too hard though. I could end up in a death metal spiral.