Musical tastes

My musical tastes are one of the many subjects debated on by the great minds of the 20th century. (Others include, which spice girl is hotter, where to go for lunch, and which hole to put it in.) I've decided to stop the arguments once and for all and write the definitive treatise on my musical opinions.
Summed up into one sentence: I like good music.
Definition of terms
I: Me, myself, Zachary Salmon, 9th coolest person on earth, bearer of the awesomeness, zak, El presidente de junior classe.
Like: enjoy listening to, appreciate, would not punch in the testicles, would take out to a light dinner, followed by a small glass of club soda, and a rousing night on the town.
Good Music: Music that is not half-assed, music that gets a point across, that touches me (appropriately)on some level, (not confined to any genre)

"But wait!" you say.
Q:If you like good music of any genre why do you not like [top 40, hollister bands, coldplay, the postal service, whatever I was last yelling about]?
A: I can't like everything! It's not allowed. I don't have time to listen to everything. Some stuff , like jazz and classical, like a modest female, take time to get into. I don't have that time. Other stuff I just have to hate on principle. I know that if I really took the time to sit down and listen to coldplay I would come to appreciate them, though they are large talking pussai. Basically, although I have the potential to like everything I pick and choose my musical likes and dislikes to stay interesting and different. Why do you think I dislike top 40 and hollister bands? Because betwwen those two musical groupings lie 80% of American teens. But still you beg to know "why do you dislike Coldplay? My soul is made out of Coldplay" Basically I refuse to like Coldplay because 99.999999999999999999999999999999% ( a very exact computation) of teens and critics touch themselves every time they hear viva la vida. This is not hyperbole! Even my friends who never leave the house due to excessive love of macs and legos listen to coldplay, even the humanist burning fundamentalists I know listen to coldplay, even Monica Lewinsky listens to coldplay, dreaming fondly of those dark nights in the oval office. I just am not willing to do that to myself.

The point of this blog.

I would like to take this oppurtunity to dispel any illusions you may have about this blog. I am not writing for you. I don't think I'm likely to change your opinions on anything, nor do I even want to. I'm not trying to entertain you, although if you are entertained by my rambling, raving writing, then more power to you. I don't plan to give you the secret of life, or lay out a foolproof plan for picking up chicks, getting rich, becoming a movie star, becoming a dynamic figure, or playing bridge well. Any advice I give is followed at your own risk. I'm no pop culture expert, the movies you watch, the books you read, and the music you listen to might be just as valid as the book, movies and music I've experienced. I have no life shattering ideas, I barely even have ideas. Reading this probably won't make you any smarter, or even make you better looking.

I'm writing this blog for myself. These are my thoughts straight from the echoing overpopulated cavern of my brain put unaltered and unadulterated onto a stage for concievably anyone in the world to look at, ponder over, to agree or disagree with. This is a chance for me to look at myself, to pore over written my thoughts, to examine myself, to get to know me. This is also a chance for me to tell the world anything I want, a chance to get up onto a mountain top and yell hey look at me! This is what I think! This blog is a mirror, but a mirror open to the world.