I was combing through some old songs that I've got on my computer and just realized how much I've changed in the past year alone.

For the past few years, I've been obsessed with J-pop and J-rock and anime music. Music I can barely understand. But it had a good tune and a good-sounding singer, so I'd listen to it. Endlessly. My dad threatened to take the CD with Heart of Sword on it and stamp it into little bits. XP And I remember what I used to do while listening to that music. I would sit and complain to my best-Internet-friend Andy about perceived injustices against me. Was quite the paranoid little twat, I was. I was the stereotypical angsty, pissy teenager.

But I discovered the Beatles... and it's like something new possessed me. The world is suddenly roses and sunshine (though not without its bad days). Nobody's conspiring against me. Peace is possible and love is real. It was almost overnight--I downloaded Please Mr Postman and some various other songs, and the madness started. I don't exactly recall the madness of early summer last year. But I suppose that's why it's madness. If you knew why you were mad, you wouldn't BE mad.

I discovered more bands and the world kept brightening so I could see it a little clearer. The Who, the Doors, Pink Floyd, Jefferson Airplane, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin... and because of the influence of these bands, you've got the nutty hippie you see before you. :P

The music wasn't the only thing that influenced change within me. It was the people behind the music. Pete Townshend's Meher Baba thing? Rubbed off on me (I'm quite fond of Baba's philosophies! Wise man, him). John Lennon's anti-war activity? Peace, for various reasons, is the driving force behind my entire being. John got me interested. Jim Morrison's mystical-spooky-one-liners? Yeah. I'm starting to spout those, too. Like the fucking Cheshire Cat, I am. *laughs*

And you know how loony the lot of the music industry is. Picture it--a cross between Grace, Janis, Jim, Lennon, Entwistle, Pete, and Ringo. Throw into blender. Mix. The resulting bag of insanity and hope would be me. XD

That's what I think, anyway.

But then, what do I know? I don't even know who I am for certain. I could be you for all I know. Or you know.