Yes, you read it right, the title is musical puberty. This is a stage most of us have been through. The others, well, they’re yet to grow up.
Every kind of music, every genre, every language has classics. Classics here do not necessarily imply the music of the oldies. It refers to music that is real. It is music that feels like music. It is music that has a feel behind it. It also is music which is way more than beats. It is music, that connects right at the part, which scientists believe just pumps blood. (The heart for the retards. My blog is dumb-fuck friendly :p)
Musical puberty refers to the process of a kid becoming an adult, musically. When they grow over beats, when the music they listen to is actually music. Not just shit produced on a computer. The ‘Step up’ guys, I believe are yet to grow up. Fuck yeah, I hate you’ll. :p Coming back, musical puberty is when people move from ‘Linkin Park’ to AC/DC, when people move from Preetam to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, when people move from ‘One Direction’ to The Eagles.
And god has not been kind to the world in this aspect, because we still have many retards around us, who are yet to attain musical puberty. (Pitbull lovers, you’ll included). 😀
I, after watching almost all kinds of cricket videos on YouTube, reading about the weirdest of things possible (including how to kill an anaconda using coffee beans) and watching over 4 seasons of Breaking Bad in three days, finally came to a conclusion, that there is nothing left to do. Well, if there’s nothing left to do, then what do I do? Scooby doo be doo? What the hell is wrong with me!
Not deviating from the topic, I decided to read my own blog, from the ‘Incognito’ window of Google Chrome. This was for two reasons. One, if someone used my PC, I do not want them to see my own blog’s links in the history. That would be bad, right?! Secondly, I wanted to increase the hits on my blog. :p Well, desperate times call for desperate measures.
So anyway, I was reading my own blog. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I figured out, what a pathetic writer I was! not that I’m any good now, but back then, I was horrible. In fact, with every blog on the list moving to an older date, my writing skills worsened. No wonder I’m the only one who reads my own blog. Thank god wordpress doesn’t read the stuff you publish. If they did, my blog would’ve been blocked on humanitarian grounds, this particular post being the icing on the cake. 😀
I do not know which way to look at it, neither do I know the purpose of this post (very much like all my other posts). But since I’m the only one who reads it, HOW DOES IT EVEN MATTER? :p
And by the way, Liverpool is the best. You’ll never walk Alone! 😀 I’m still wondering, why I added that in this post.