No Rythym for Your Big Bootie
- I have no rythym. I can't even clap on beat when everyone else in the room is clapping on beat.
- I can't sight read well at all. My brain breaks the notes up into the wrong size chunks.
- If I'm not good at it.... I don't have fun with it.
Maybe it's because I never had that music-worshiping connection that I never bought into the reccomendations given by church leaders against listening to certain kinds of music. I know the reason why "Baby got back" wasn't played at our stake dances, but it didn't stop me from singing every word whenever it played on the radio (which.... 1991 was about every other minute).
I don't think that music affects who I am, but it can affect HOW I am. I know that if I listen to certain songs when I'm sleepy or a little sad that I'll perk right up. I rarely listen to sad songs because they make me sad.
Maybe who you are is just a function of how you are, anyhow and I just try to convince myself otherwise.
One thing, I do know for sure: "I like big butts and I can not lie, you other brothers can't deny, that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get sprung," isn't actually who I am. But I like it anyways.