Correction

So, half a year ago I promised that I was going to start writing music review again. Readers, I lied. I opted out of public review and ramblings and instead started a small group email chain with some like minded friends (Made possible through Gmail's super sleak reply all/conversation style format). Will I be starting a blog at any point that deals specificaly in music review? Likely not. Will that stop me from occasionaly rambling about music, among other things, here? Of course not! That being said, I generally keep my musing to 140 characters or less, leaving this blog as bleak as the blood donors line at the Aids testing center.

Here is whats on my mind today.

Look at this man...

Is he not beautiful? His name is Gackt, and he's driving my wife crazy. My music taste in general steers far away from whatever the current definition of pop music is. Not because I hate it, I can respect why certain musicians are more popular then others, or more accessible, and I don't begrudge anyone for doing thier job well. Pop music is like soda pop, it's sugary and easy. Some of us like things a little more complicated.

That being said, Gackt is so Pop it's like someone dropped a pallet of mentos into a swimming pool of diet coke. And I love it! Gackt was the front man for the deranged psyco goth group Malice Mizer during the 90s. He toned things down a little for his solo career, more pop hooks, but still retaining some of the gothic flare Malice Mizer was renowned for.

Lately, besides acting in a handful of movies and video games, Gackt has been making the migration over to harder louder music, abandoning the sweeping string melodies of his earlier solo work (Like Mizerable). If you have seen my ipod, you would undoubedly assume that this would be a welcome change. It isn't. Some people need to stick to what they know, Gackt is one of them.

I might also add that he creeps my wife out, as does my unhealthy obsession. But come on, he's gorgeous! Don't tell me you wouldn't jump at the opportunity to share horse back with him on a wind swept tuscan beach, gripping him tighter and neslting your nose in his hair (It smells like vanilla) as he speeds on to his ocean view villa where who even knows what will happen? (I know what will happen, ROCKBAND PJ PARTY, I'm so there).

Now I should be clear, Gackt is not something I keep on my ipod, nore do I follow his movements like a crazed fanboy. I like to check in every now and then, but only to satisfy nostalgia.