Leaky Buckets

  An essay on music... so this is a cool closeup shot of my record player from a photo class in college         The other day, someone asked me what my “guilty pleasure” song is. I replied very seriously that I don’t have any because I don’t listen to any type of music to be cool. “Guilty pleasure” insinuates that I like a song that is “uncool” and listen when no one is around so no one will think me “uncool.” I listen to whatever I want to, whenever I want to. At least that is what I tell myself.  In many ways, I am a contrarian. I listen to whatever music genre I deem to be underappreciated by the shallow trends of pop culture. I pride myself on knowing the obscure artists and lyrics to unpopular music of all genres. As soon as a style of music goes mainstream, I drop it like a hot potato. My general rule of thumb is if I hear a particular song over the speakers in a box store or fast food restaurant, I don’t like it anymore, even if I did like it a year or so ago. It is this unw