Ex Die in Diem



Looks like this week’s post is going to be dated with Monday’s date - I blame the daylight savings’ time thing wholeheartedly. I thought I’d use my post this week to tackle an issue that I raised back in my second post, namely the kind of music that I like.

Right now, for example, I’m listening to Biffy Clyro. My feelings about Pixies have already had a thorough airing. I’m also looking forward to another trip through The Beatles back catalogue. If you’ve been following along for a few weeks, you’ll probably feel like you know a bit about my musical tastes, and you’d mostly likely be right, up to a point. That point is exemplified by my most recent music purchase. Even if you normally ignore them, I’d advise following that link. You might be surprised.

When I was at school, and especially when I was at university, I was desperate to appear cool. This is a feat I’ve never managed, and since I officially became a teacher I think it has become something of a forlorn hope. As a silver lining to the loss of all hope, I gained a new found freedom in what I could admit to enjoying. If you’re already a teacher, there’s no further shame in appreciating the music of Gary Puckett and the Union Gap or Cyndi Lauper.

And so to my new purchase. There’s no two ways about it: I really do like Beyonce, and for that matter, I like listening to Katy Perry too. Now, I’m not saying that I like all of the music that these ladies produce, because a lot of it is frankly p_*. That sad fact aside, I like their voices, I like their confidence, sometimes I even just like to hear some music thats _upbeat for a change.

Just before I go: if you teach for a living, you might have been offended by my earlier comments. I’d like to apologise, but we all know that what I said is true. Complaints on a postcard, please.

See you next week.

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