There’s a very catchy song on the radio these days called “What makes you beautiful” by One Direction. Is this a new 98* boy-band? Ohmygosh, I am such a mom.
Don’t know what for
You’re turning heads when you walk through the door
Don’t need make up
To cover up
Being the way that you are is enough
But I kind of love it. It’s one of the only songs on the radio these days that talks about how a girl is naturally beautiful – that she already has everything she needs. It doesn’t talk about “touching yourself” or “sex on the dance floor” it doesn’t scream about being a whore, drunk, getting high, or rich.
It’s very Bieber-13. Only not Bieber at all … which makes me like it even more.
I’m a superfan of music, just not a groupie. I don’t hang on to one genre, singer or underground band for very long. I hold onto the emotions any one sing makes me feel. And then I love it forever, or rather, I hate it forever. Depending.
Music is about the beat – it’s danceability, or it’s vulnerability, for me (but, what isn’t?). I love having lyrics wash over me, bass pounding on my heart. I like loud music – in my ears, in my car, in a club. I like drowning in the tune and just as I read a book, I escape to somewhere else, anywhere else, while I listen.
Over and over and over again.