Not bank notes, music notes

     Welcome back to the view from the sun, where the only thing hotter are celeb nipple slips. I am as you know, the one and only (thank God) Eros Helios, bringing you, as usual a bunch of stuff you definitely might need to know.

     Just a quick f.y.i. kinda thing: when I post using the mobile app, the blogs are shorter because it deceives me, making it seem longer than it actually is. Kinda like when a guy shaves his pubes and his dick looks bigger, it's just an illusion sad to say.

     So here I am, once again at Walmart. Okay, so I'm in the parking lot because on my way here, I was listening to some tunage and thought, "oh, that might make a decent blog topic" so, here we are.

     I love my family, I really do, but, I think that their music preferences have stunted me musically. See, when I was growing up, the only music my parents listened to was country music. I happen to love a good country song....if I feel the need to want to shoot myself.  Too dramatic? Okay. I really do enjoy country music, it invokes many feelings and makes me miss the age of mullets and the line dancing craze. My issue isn't exactly with country music, but I think my parents could have been a tad more eclectic.

     I'm not saying all music is good, or bad for that matter, in fact I am glad that I missed the beginning of scream-o rock because, I don't believe my throat and vocal cords could take the abuse, but some of the punk rock, grunge, alternative, and classic rock genres would have been great.

     I was in my mid twenties when I was finally exposed to the full catalogs of AC/DC and KISS, I had heard KISS before, but never even knew who they were. I had never heard much Zeppelin until then either. Pink Floyd was another cd in the store, along with many others.

     The first time I had heard anything by The Beatles, I was reading sheet music for chorus. Masters of the #1 hits and I was amused and taken aback by their chillung Eleanor Rigby who died alone or the whimsical Yellow Submarine.

     I have since tried to listen to as much new music as possible, and as much classic music as well. All while having an open mind because, once you are conditioned a certain way, it's very difficult to recondition yourself.

     I urge everyone to give some new music a listen, even if it's old, your brain will thank you, and in the end, maybe it's music that brings nations together, stops wars and hatred. Thus is a crazy train we're riding, and I refuse to be just another brick in the wall, so whether I'm on a highway to hell or climbing a stairway to heaven, I'm going to do all that I can do to live the way I want to live and let the music continue to inspire me.

     As always, I wish you a sunny day, maybe I should change my name seeing as how I'm such a night owl. Something with lunar references maybe...Nah, I like my names and whatnot. This is most likely going to have a part 2 because there is so much music that I didn't get in here. Until then, I bid you farewell.