So Hot That I Melted

I'm not sure if anyone actually checks at my website regularly, but in case you don't, I've created a new mix in the "Mixology" section. I actually have several mixes floating around in my head, but because of the omer and a few other things, I neglected to actually create them and put them on my site. One such mix I already have a name for; "What I Was Listening To While You Were Singing Along to the Backstreet Boys" -- pretty much a mix of all my favorite songs from the age of 11 until 14 (the music that helped to form my musical tastes of today). I hope to also make a new random mix for the front page. I'll hopefully put up a new playlist there by the end of the week.

I had so much more to say than just updating you on the updates of my page, but none of the thoughts seem to be melding together correctly right now. I was basically going to go on a rant about how silly it is to focus on the differences between people and that that is what causes rifts in communities. Not that people actually being different is the cause, but the focusing on the difference is the cause. Eh, I pretty much said it all right there. Well, in much less detail, but I think the gist is just as effective.


// Jason Mraz's 'I'm Yours'

Nothing Rhymes With Cholent

I put my winamp on shuffle today. One song that popped up was the theme for this blog post (and its title). Whenever I hear Blue Fringe, specifically the song 'Flippin' Out' it makes me think about my year in seminary in Israel. Their first CD came out the year I was in Israel and for the first time ever, I actually liked Jewish music. Probably because other than the lyrics, there isn't really a very Jewish feel to the music... but I digress. I think that music, more than anything, brings back the best memories for me. Sure, looking at pictures makes me remember the great times I've had with friends, but when I hear a song, I get the same feeling I had as when the memory was originally happening and that makes me happy. A few examples: Any song from Simple Plan's first CD reminds me of the summer between 11th and 12th grade that two of my friends (hey Sara and Simona!) would drive around all day and night. One specific day comes to mind, but I won't bore you with the details. Any song from Travis' '12 Memories' or Coheed and Cambria's "In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3" reminds me of sitting at the back of the bus for tiyulim (seminary in Israel, obviously). My friends and would hang out, listen to music, eat pamelos. Music and memories... I love 'em.


//Flippin Out by Blue Fringe