So, I get it. I don't listen to normal fucking music. Or write normal fucking stories. But I like to think I'm pretty dope, yo!
Currently, I'm listening to Jack White live at Madison Square Garden. This guy is such a freak and it makes me so happy because he's like my spirit animal because his music just speaks to me. Like to most people it def sounds like madness but I hear pain and beauty and it just makes my heart soar.
My grandpa walks in, and picks up my headphone and puts it in and goes off about how he's a "Devil worshipper." and how im going to go to hell because I listen to his music.
I love and respect my grandfather.
but.
FUCK YOU, OLD MAN. JACK WHITE SPEAKS TO ME ON LEVELS YOU NEVER WILL BE ABLE TO . I DON'T CRITICIZE YOUR MUSIC, DO I? NO. I DON'T.
if there's one thing that really grinds my gears above all else mentioned in this book prior or after this post, it's that. I hate when people judge my music.
like, can we just not? I don't judge your nicki minaj bullshit, so don't judge my "Seven Nation Army" or my fucking...idk... A.A. Bondy. Don't. You don't know what my music has done for me so don't act like you do.
Okayyyyyy????????????????????
peace y'all.
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