Music.

Tends to be a very large part of my life.  I'm still in a NyQuil induced idiocy.  Once I resume my baseline, non-sick idiocy, I want to find a way to start throwing tracks up here.  Anyone have any familiarity with how one goes about doing that on a day-to-day basis? 

It appears that blogger allows me to upload videos, but it doesn't allow me to upload music files.  Is this all tied to pesky copyright laws?  For now, I think I'm just going to throw a link to a clip on YouTube.

I had some fun at the bar the other night.  You're much more likely to hear some Toby Keith, Social Distortion or Johnny Cash at Shooters than anything else.  If I never hear another Kid Rock song, I may wet myself with joy.  That Tenacious D song about how he wants to fuck you, I'll admit, I thought was kind of funny the first time I'd heard it five years ago.  Not so much on the fifth time in one night, though.  Buckcherry's "Crazy Bitch?"  It can be kind of like watching Beavis and Butthead with Beavis and Butthead.

I'll occasionally try to break the pace.  Throw out anything.  Anything to change it up.  Chuck Mangione.  Archie Bell and the Drells.  Gil Scott-Heron.  Nina Simone.  Alison Kraus.  P.I.L. Gang of Four.  The Pixies.  Whatever.

I threw about five dollars in the jukebox the other night and started with a house remix.  I was mocked.  Maxwell went over only slightly better.  It took about three to four songs before the comments about "fag music" ended.  Around the time Sheila E. and Chaka Khan made it in, they started moving.  By the time we made it to Eddie Grant's "Electric Avenue," they were rocking it.  Pop?  Trash?

I enjoyed myself.

It's funny, but the older I get the less I understand the concept of obscurity with respect to music.  Does that make sense?   Obscure?  Obscure to whom?