For Want Of A Better World

There are so many things that distinguish one sort of music from another. The emotions they want to express might be the same, but they can create such different feelings which, while they’re being conveyed, also give the genre its characteristic, well, feel. Take, for example, telling a woman that she looks beautiful, or that you love her: Soft Rock – Soft rock is about expressing the feeling of comfort that you have with the girl and the kind of comfort you want her to feel. Examples: You’re Beautiful – James Blunt, Southern Girl – Incubus Hard Rock – The feeling isn’t as much love as much as making love; hard rock songs tend to convey feelings like the night spent together was wild and completely worth it. Examples: Trampled Underfoot – Led Zeppelin, American Woman – Lenny Kravitz Soul – Here the songs are slow, more like ballads, what are typically classified as ‘love songs’. These songs involve crooning words of love strung together as a method of, well, ‘wooing’ a girl....

Why are we so intent upon wiping thought from everyone’s mind? Why must everyone be ‘In the Moment’? And more importantly, Why, once we’ve been ‘brought back’ against our will, must we insist upon ourselves staying there, trying desperately to create small talk, so that we don’t relapse into thinking again? Is that the subsistence of our thought? To occupy our mind only until someone else saves us from such an unrequited pursuit? Why do we, as a generation find it easy to talk and toil, but the intricacies of thought are too much for us to handle? A person is sitting alone thinking, having her food, next to a group of people, fairly loud and fairly acquainted with her. Why is it that when someone from this group of people espies her in all her solitude, that her solitude must be broken by any means possible? Why must it be assumed that she is thinking of someone and that said interest s romantic? Is love simply assumed to be the only thing that causes us to think, thought otherwise...

Progress seems surreal at times. Barely some 60 years ago, nobody had believed things like coloured televisions; men on the moon; a day that starts with a hurried shower, an omelette scrambled for breakfast, a cell phone, laptop, PDA grabbed and teleported to the office in the fastest cars money can buy; where said devices replace the ‘real’ world in an ever-more difficult race to keep in touch with it. Friends would be met in a virtual universe, in a ‘game’ where they are pitted against each other to take their lives again, and again, and again... Oh, the advancement of mankind! Why can’t we all just lay back, relax, live in a calmer world, without the perpetual overhearing of cell phone conversations of people passing by, the constant fear of people reading our text messages or the steady drain on our money over getting a fast internet connection? Why do we live in a world whose quality has so deteriorated over the ages? Where people just don’t have the time or decency to wait anym...