Dropping the musical baton
Like a bong being passed around at a Fantasia movie night, so the delightful music baton has landed in my lap. I don't know much about music but I was ready to give it a go, even if I had to spend a weekend at Hong Kong Records trying to find suitably obscure indie rock bands and rare recordings of alternative folk tunes so that I could start off this post by saying....Weeeelll I guess I have a very eclectic taste in music...
However the first question had me stumped:
Total volume of music on my computer
Now why would I want to store music on my computer? That would just take up valuable space that I could use for pictures of fashion roadkill and celebrities inadvertently or advertently exposing themselves.
The next question didn't get any better:
The last CD I bought
I really didn't like how this was turning into some difficult memory game that was rapidly depleting my mental reserves. If you want to understand how hard it is for me to delve into my musical memories, then try this little mental exercise. Remember when these names meant something, because I sure as hell don't.
(Actually some of her designs aren't too bad but the level of disrespect shown to her stepmother can be quite appalling sometimes, don't you think)
At that point, you can see why I really wasn't able to finish answering the questions.