jr high me used to listen to 2 CDs over and over while reading books
I have some of the songs if you want them
every time i hear these songs i think of those books. do you do that
chinese melodies
everything reminds me of something
’cause they make the best melodies
believe me
fantastic
superb
the melodiest melodies
lol
good blog post
the best
Whenever I listen to music, I’ll listen to the same shit over and over again forever. When I first started listening to Queen in the mid-2000s, I listened solely to their Greatest Hits album pretty much for a year. I got into that by reading a Freddie Mercury Appreciation Station thread on somethingawful.com and it linked this video and I was hooked.
Recently I started listening to music I used to listen to while growing up. I don’t know if most people do this but it’s pretty fun getting nostalgic. I remember laying in my bed and reading for hours and hours on end. Not dissimilar to my lifestyle choices now except I’m on a couch and not listening to music in the background while reading.
Me reading internationally.
I started to mentally go through the books I was reading during this time period. Lots of science fiction, military space fiction, and fantasy books. Which are still my bread and butter to this day but thanks to a friend from Kansas I started reading some thrillers in 2010/2011. I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent over the years reading but I reckon it’s my number one hobby of all time ever. For a while, I’ve been unsure whether or not my Kindle or my GORUCK bag was my favorite purchase of the last 6 years. After careful consideration (lies) I’m going to say I’ve spent more time with my Kindle than I have GORUCKing over that time frame.
That’s if I had to choose.
But I realize now that it doesn’t matter. I can enjoy both items without it being a competition or one being detrimental to the other.
I started this post with the idea I’d go down memory lane but now I see that was better in my head than in actual content. But back to that summer. My sister came home from work with a giant box of books that all had the covers ripped off of them. She said she got them all for like $20 and I literally learned that you could not judge a book by the cover then. So I just grabbed a book, read the back and then just started reading. I think that’s how I learned to give a book 100 pages or so before I stop reading it if it’s not my jam. That’s how I came across a few book universes and I’m grateful for that. Guess I could tell her that but nah, she might make me babysit my nieces and nephew and I’m busy doing stuff. Like not babysitting. That’s a thing, right?
