Here is a dump for you morons. A dump of my valuable thoughts. Thoughts on what? Thoughts on music. Without the naivete.

This blog will be fueled by the insight Pitchfork has given me, the insight and the wonderful music. Pitchfork has exposed me to a wide range of bands I would never have encountered had I not force-fed myself with their selections of "best new music". Or generally the albums they positively review. Without Pitchfork I wouldn't have the amazing bands Cymbals Eats Guitars, Surfer Blood, Passion Pit, Pavement, OutKast, Futureheads, Fang Island, Dom or Crystal Castles in my library. They'd be... not in my library.

And other than that, there's the matter of my guitar sensei, who not only refurbished all my guitar equipment but is teaching me the fine points of guitar work. Through him I've been exposed to multiple classic rock acts and guitarists. Dream Theater, Steve Vai, Paul Guilbert, Mr Big, shit like that. This music is shaping my musical ambitions into something... amazing.

My musical ambitions? To play in a band, an effective live band known for their amazing soundscapes. I want to mix pop melodies and heavy metal technicality, jazz bass/synth lines and house vocal sampling, singing and lyrics straight from the soul, shit like that. The only thing I look forward to is to make music and to touch people's hearts. That's the dream.

The motherfucking dream.