This one's about thoughts
Until recently I couldn't listen to Kings of Leon. I still can't, I find them (and him) to be extremely shallow musically and dull. But only until recently it used to bring up the worst memories and throw me back to some dark places. During most of last year when I went to work and the radio stations here would brainwash you with those songs (9-10 times a day, no joke). That in time imprinted those thoughts and emotions on the back of my head along with the sounds and tones of those songs. It's obviously not Kings of Leon's fault, nor the radio stations here who do their best to play as few songs possible as many times possible. Today Kings of Leon were screaming through the radio after a long recess... I found that those ghosts have left me and the imprint has faded to an echo of the past. It was a cheerful realization that made me almost like Kings of Leon... but I went too far. I don't like them... yet. :) I just thought how both daunting and rewarding the effects of music can be.




