"For Without a Song or a Dance What Are We?"

That is a line from ABBA's song, "Thank You for the Music." Them disco crazies were right. Thank you for the music. Thank you. What are we without music? Music is such a crucial part in pretty much every culture that is or ever has been on this earth. Music is what inspires us. Propels us. Even changes our state of mind. Music is so powerful. The scriptures even say that "the song of the heart; yea, the song of the righteous is a prayer unto [the Lord]." So what about the songs that aren't of the heart; aren't of the righteous? That end result can't be good. We as human beings have this amazing ability to create. We make tools, think up games, craft art, and even just sit around creating little bubbles of deep thought. Also we create music. But you may have noticed, human creations aren't always the best. Same goes with music. There are many, many songs out there that are good and wholesome, but, especially now and days, there are some very hollow and filthy songs. I'm not trying to bash anyone's songs, but really. What good does listening to someone chant to a beat about drinking and doing drugs, and spewing out swear words? Not only is that stupid and pointless, it also makes you feel terrible. Music is a mood setter. If you're listening to a soft and smooth piano solo, you're going to feel much more relaxed and calm than if it were a rock-pop-hip-hop rap screaming about a fickle girlfriend. Songs shouldn't be cranked out of some lyricist's head like it was a factory just there for the money. Music should be sung and played from the heart. Every song should have a story, every note a purpose. That is what I think makes a music artist an artist. So if music classifies us as humans, then I want to sing a prayer of thanks. Thank you for the music.

"Fear of Apathy"

Money sucks.
I'm sitting here taking a break from desperately scrabbling for scholarships, listening to "Bomb" by one of my favorite bands, Switchfoot. They have this line "With blankness staring back at me/Screaming from the pages/I feel the fear of apathy/Gripping me, pushing me/On top of everything." That's me right now.
I fear that I don't care and if I don't care, that's bad.
I have to care.
Oh, but I don't want to.
There's so many things so many people don't want to do. Finance and paper work are on the top of my list. It's just, blehaaw. You know?
Anyway, I just needed a break and to write this so I can kick my butt in gear and get crackin' at these scholarships I should have done back in December... But that's in the past. Huh, that's kinda funny. I am now listening to another of Switchfoot's songs, "This is Home," and I just heard a line "But I can't go back/Back to how it was/I believe you now/I've come too far/No, I can't go back/Back to how it was." Oh, irony.
Well, back to my scholarship search and goldfish crackers. I just need to stay away from apathy and get going. Wish me luck. I'll need it. :\
Oh, and to whomever actually reads this: don't eat yellow snow.