I like music. I like lots of music. I tell people that I like all kinds of music. Yet, even with such warnings, when I mention that I like something that seems so out of character, say Owl City, I get questioned who I am and what have I done with me. Never mind that I like everything from the growliest of death metal all the way to post rock indie love fests, never mind that I love dance music, and weird atonal techno music, and obscure British women singing. Seriously, there isn't a genre of music I've ever met, ever, that I haven't been able to find an example of that I like. This even includes country and hardcore rap. So why are people so consistently surprised when I like music? It's weird. Yes, I probably listen to more wimpy music that most people would say is a sign that I'm very gay than even gay people listen to. But so what? I like what I like, and isn't that what music is about? So if I want to listen to Owl City, or Imogen Heap, or Lily Allen, or Sigur Rós, or Röyksopp, or Cascada, or Lightning Hopkins, or Chopin, or any other thing you can think of that seems bizarre, so what? I guarantee whoever you are you have a musical guilty pleasure, because everyone does. Except me, because I never feel guilty for loving music. You shouldn't either, even if Achy Breaky Heart is your thing.
And just so we're clear that I'm not losing my touch, three of my favorite bands right now are Arch Enemy, As I Lay Dying, and Five Finger Death Punch. Death metal, metalcore, and heavy metal. Booyah.
