I prefer the second title.
Anyway, whenever someone I know finds out what I like to listen to, they judge me terribly. Or try to disown me. It depends on how much they know me, to be honest.
One of my favourite artists is Eminem. If you look at me, face to face, I really don’t seem like the type of person who listens to angry rap about murder, and other such odd subjects. I’m quite shy, and a little bit strange. I HAVE A BLOG. TYPICAL EMINEM FANS DO NOT BLOG.
I just love his music. The anger that he shows seems to trivialise my problems, and just generally cheer me up. I really started listening to it when my parents split up, and I found an old Marshal Mathers LP in the cupboard. I remembered these songs from when I was young (the clean versions obviously) and started to get into his music.
Recently, I have become slightly obsessed with Queen. I went to stage school, and so have been brainwashed into constantly singing and/or dancing. For the past week, I’ve had ‘Fat Bottomed Girls‘ stuck in my head, and have infected several people.
Last summer, my friend and I (proper grammar there) went down to London. It was a strange journey. We went to see We Will Rock You, and, due to lack of sleep, I became convinced that I had been ‘Inceptioned’ and it was all just a dream. And now I can’t remember the first half of the show. Which is disappointing as the tickets were rather expensive.
There is more I want to talk about, but I’m tired and also lazy.
I might turn this into a two-part thing.
Yes. I will.
To be continued…(maybe)…