Welcome to the inaugural "Dumb Stupid Music Plan"!

I believe not too long ago I had said a music conversation was long overdue. So I bring it to the front.

Would you believe Syd that I have yet another character flaw? I can't stand the silence of life. It's in these pockets that my mind never stops, never calms down. The what-ifs haunt, all while my mind buzzes around like it's had far too many energy drinks. So it is times like these that I resort to what I know best: Staying busy.

Fun fact; I love music. I've already told you that I was a bit of a concert junkie as a kid. Now that was for different reasons and almost entirely only post-hardcore and screamo concerts that only moody teens could love, but still! Music has always been a part of me and no genre does it all justice. Instead I listen to everything. Not only that, but I'm a sucker for lyrics. Somehow a song can deliver the words I want to say, but can't formulate, for which I've always been grateful. Therefore I'll let music talk for me, no more rambling, just song...well song plus rambling because I can't help myself. In addition, take this opportunity to learn everything you can about me as I ramble on. So why not start it off? Here are the rules, listen to the music, read the retarded writing. Simple as that. And hey, worst case scenario, you get a few songs out of this, maybe you'll even like them!

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Song 1: Silvertongue - Young the Giant

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NytGzDhMnA0

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Fun fact (I say that far too often -_-), when I was trying to go into law, I was in debate club for 4 years. 3 of the 4 my duo and I were awarded the best team of the division. It wasn't due to our topic, stance, or side (negative or positive), but rather Glenn and I learned a valuable lesson in human history: it's not what you say, it's how you say it. Turns out I have a way with words - a silver tongue if you will, something I know you're at least partially familiar with. That said, I cannot understate how often I am faced with an incapability of talking or even formulating the words. I'm not perfect, I'm a bundle of nerves that never relent, a mess of madness. So here I am, starting what could be a very long rambling spree of near gibberish Sydney. But though I may slur or stutter my words, please let me nail the meaning.

Young the Giant is a band that while not my favorite, I always come back to at least once a month. This was their first album that I found, and I couldn't put it down. At the time I was leaving my first real job for what I was hoping was a step up. Yet the first month at the new one was dreadful, every single day leaving me with fears that I had made the wrong choice. But I Buckled down, listened to my music and worked, and grew to love YtG. I should mention now, I have a funny memory in that I naturally tie music to moments of my life, which makes it pretty easy to share my life.

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