Free Music! Dig.

Copyright Spencer Higgs 2013

Death and Taxes... and Music

Not everyone loves music. I know, right. Weirdoes. But those who do, do. They get it. It gets to them. Music, incidentally, is like people: some being likeable, some deplorable; the distinction intrinsic to whomever is the listener. My girlfriend, Hailey, (who, apropos to nothing, is beautiful and lovely and a wild dancing fool-angel of cool, and best not forget it) once harangued me for referring to pop songs on the radio as "shit music". She argued no music is shit music; it means something to someone. Indeed, she's right, and I haven't used the term since... in her company.  

Further personifying tunes, good songs become good friends. And unless you are a frat boy (and if you are, it's cool, dude-bro, I'm not hatin'), you probably don't like paying for friends. (Okay, I'm hatin' a little bit.) The point is, everyone loves free music. And while musicians are by each passing day facing the day when welfare and food stamps will soon be the near-norm for even the fleeting few popular acts, the Internet Age has opened listeners' doors to vast exposure and vast access. And the cool part is, so much of it is free these days--legally! 

Here's a few free-music websites to help expand your milieux.

Paradocks and Matrices and Middlegroundlandia

When the fine line between adolescence and adulthood widens, blaze forth down the middle. Sirah and beer, Easy Mac and smoked clams.

Now, at twenty-five (25) years (yrs) old (opposite of young), I find myself torn, stuck, lodged – and also dislodged – confined, and nakedly exposed to middle-middle age. Car insurance didn't go down like I thought it would, sparking a tremorous fear that I'll be parsimoniously dissuaded from buying a Corvette during the incipient onset of my future mid-life crisis. 

(I'll probably end up purchasing a 2037 Prius – good God!) 

When I was younger, I despised the effects of ostentatious existence, indeed, of wealth itself. Then: money, money, money, baby! Now, I'm cloud-lofting back to, if not a simpler existence, a simpler mindset. Pure ideology. Pura Vida. 

(Which reminds me, I'm due to go rogue in Costa Rica sometime soon.)

I have two jobs: I'm a dock master at a small marina, where I wear flip-flops to work (not as cool as it sounds... really...); I'm an intern researching computer programming, coding, and designing at an advertising company, where I wear slacks and a custom-fitted collared shirt (cooler than it sounds... kinda). I'm making a matrix, and, in doing so, learning that The Matrix is far more accessible and enjoyable than developing a real one.

Life is a paradox.

With a beer in one hand, a Shiraz (Syrah) in the other, a box of Easy Mac, a shell of smoked Cajun clam, I am a contradiction. I am the middle of the road.

I like it like that.