I have a feeling you’ll enjoy this post. Wait, I KNOW you will.
Injury update: The
ankle is still swollen, black, and blue, but there’s been progress. I’ll be boot-laden for a few more weeks, but I’m
starting to make my way around without the crutches. The walk to Assembly Hall from Terra Trace,
however, required an ice-down involving a roommate’s frozen vegetables. The roommate will remain anonymous to ensure
my own safety.
Duke basketball update:
Duke still sucks. We lost to Duke
by eight points without our D.J., proving we can compete with anyone in the
nation. Mike Davis is right (you didn’t
just read that) – we will be a top 5 team by season’s end. I can’t put this game into words. I have never attended a better, louder, and
more emotional basketball game. The
euphoria after Marco Killingsworth’s dunk to take the lead is a defining moment
of my IU experience. Of course,
there are pictures and there is video.
Yes, I’ve been fooling around with linking videos. There is probably a better way to do it, but
that would require even more procrastination. They take a few seconds to load (especially the second one), so be
patient. And you might need the
latest version of either Windows Media Player or Quicktime. For you Mac users, this might not work, as
you are lesser human beings.
Just click the link and you'll be redirected to a
different page, where the video will load. The first clip is Rod
Wilmont schooling the Dukies, and the second is the famous flag
interlude.
Click here to watch 'Duke-game---Wilmont-basket'
Click here to watch 'We-love-our-flags'
Here are the pictures:
The IU basketball gang, minus Blake (inquire within for that pathetic story)
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The best and loudest fans in the country
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Marco is the MAN
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A legend, but still a poopy Dukie
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What a turd
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Once our D.J is healthy, oh boy
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All right. Today’s
topic: music. I can’t read music, and I can’t
sing it or create it – well. But I can
appreciate it, listen to it, and believe it.
Pop music, in particular (and I realize I’m looping all kinds of genres),
is becoming too superficial and meaningless.
As music is a form of art and truth as well as entertainment, it should
inspire us and reflect the culture that produces it. If that’s truly what it’s doing today, then I’m
only going to listen to NPR. It seems
that artists’ lyrics today hinge on corny love anecdotes and strange,
hump-inspired dances.
I’m a huge fan of classic rock and even old folk music. These people – The Who, the Stones, Hendrix, CCR,
Lynard Skynard, Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, CS&N, Led Zeppelin, Neil
Young, Johnny Cash, Pete Seeger, the Doors, Charlie Daniels Band, Willie
Nelson, and on and on and on – had something to say. They had something to sing about. They had a war, political corruption,
patriotism, and the beauty of their country.
They had a cause. Don’t things
seem oddly familiar? I think so. But where is this reflected in modern,
mainstream songwriting? Only on the
fringe, in the musical underground. This
is probably one of rap’s most underestimated qualities. I don’t like most of it, but there is truth
in much of the lyrics and there is artistry in the effects of its sound on the
listener. Also, don’t count cornball
country songs as reflecting issues in our culture. The priorities of rockers past didn’t include
putting a boot in someone’s ass.
Here’s a final question before you click your red X of doom
and absorb all of my wisdom: What is
your purpose behind blogging on Xanga (or anywhere else)?
Peace out.
