Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Music...Play Some Funky Music, White Boy!

Music people! It's important.

Today I am at the gym being pushed, encouraged and harassed by my trainer, when on comes this sea-floating-I-want-to-spend-my-days-in-paradise crap music over the gym's speakers. Are you kidding me? I am dripping sweat like an faucet after a quick freeze, trying to finish my brutal hour of physical training that I intentionally signed up for. I need a beat, something that makes me want to sink my teeth into a raw, bloody piece of meat. Something that makes me think of hot, sweaty, soul shattering sex. Not this, karma chameleon-careless whispers stuff.

Try some rock...hip hop...even some acid...but not this! PLEASE STOP!

Music speaks to our souls, it moves us to tears, moves our bodies to the beat...I can't work out to this shit! Now I have to tell them...I can't come back if this is what is play...seriously!

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