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One of my biggest flaws as a lover of music is being a sucker for just about any "diary entry" music. I am such a sucker for honesty, self-loathing, emotion and romanticism that I often lose perspective on
everything that has to come together to make music good. My love for music that is heavily dependent on lyrics that sound like they came out of a diary means that I have never got the full picture, I have always been given a beautiful art gallery, but have always cut my own eyes out. I have been taking walks with musical Picasso but have only been concerned about their back stories and not their actual work, I have been on the court with musical Michael Jordan's but have only been looking at their shoes, I have been given a catalog of Utopia's but have only obsessed over the cover. It has become clear to me, as I go through days upon days of the bedroom angst of Bright Eyes, the whines of Radiohead, and the pre-pubescent screams of Taking Back Sunday, that I not only need to let me self see the full picture, but that I need a musical awakening. I was not only loving all sorts of "diary music," but I was becoming ignorant of all other kinds of musical beauty. I was missing the entire musical stratosphere for one small musical dot and I was missing the entire rest of the musical body for one heart on the sleeve. What album could possibly get me out of my narrow minded funk?
