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Song: Scarborough Fair...Simon & Garfunkel

Usually I don't play into the whole "It's good because it's old" thing. Like, no, just because it came from your growing-up time doesn't mean it's any better than anything that could be and is produced today ("You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, don't you?"). I understand that pop music is becoming more and more manufactured-sounding, but I believe the potential is still there to create something just as good, and possibly exponentially better than some of the things from the past.

I mean, obviously. All that is pretty much a given. What I'm saying is, I don't believe in a thing's value coming from the fact that it's a classic. Catcher in the Rye? Sorry, there is nothing about that whiny, deranged Caulfield that says to me "testimony of teen angst." Maybe with more of a plot and some sense stirred up in there, it may have been alright. Alas, I was made to read it, just like every other high school student, and why? Merely because it has been named a classic by some over-Fostered lit professor somewhere who analyzed the shit out of it, finding things that Salinger probably had no idea he was employing, and thought "Hey, lots of stuff in here can mean lots of other stuff. Forget reader interest and an actual story. Anticlimactic is the new black."

Notice how I started this post by saying "usually", implying that, ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a juxtaposition. And indeed we do. That's where the title comes in. Simon & Garfunkel, while I have only listened to a couple of their songs, have convinced me that a large part of the beauty and pure MAGNIFICENCE of their music comes from the fact that it was made a bajillion years ago. Scarborough Fair and Sound of Silence have to be two of the greatest songs ever made.


WOW THAT FELT GOOD :D

I started a post half-heartedly pondering what it was going to be about, wrote a title, clicked in the composition area, and WAM BAM TROLLEY TRAM. I fekkin wrote. I went on a rant about Catcher in the Rye! I was really opinionated and, at times, ignorant! I disregarded others feelings a little bit (for they might feel really strongly about Catcher in the Rye being awesome...sorry Nathan). I let my ADD run free and didn't try too hard to make everything match up and connect perfectly for once! I felt witty and Perez Hilton-ish! And I kind of just decided that I want to be a columnist when I grow up! WOO.

And I only got on the computer tonight to watch some frikkin' Gantz. On to tumblr! :D

So it's 1:16 in the A.M. I'm talking to Alex on gchat. I've been feeling very strange lately. I can't explain it, so I thought maybe trying to write it out might help a bit.

Well, you see, it feels like...

Okay. Let x=my soul. And let y=a fluffy cat.

So it feels kinda like x;y. ";" is the new mathematical symbol for "smothered by". But y is fat. And angry.

But that's not what it really feels like at all.