> > Or, you could always stay at home and mooch off your parents. They paid for the computer and the internet connection, not to mention the speakers, but the CD is mine all mine.
> >
> > Well, OK, I am still in High School, but it seems like a pretty good deal to me. It beats working binary all the day long!
>
> I dunno. I'm getting a little old for that... this is my junior year of college, and all... pretty soon I'll have to start doing something. What is anybody's guess, but something.
>
Something? How dull. You don't sell enough of nothing to support yourself?
[OK, sorry, let's not start that again....]

> > Ch"mine is always on and usually not the stuff my parents are exactly crazy about"ris
>
> Oh? What do you listen to?

Dangit, someone called my bluff.

OK, I'm not a metalhead or anything. Rap isn't music in my book. I was never that rebellious.
My mom is old time Rock&Roll, which I like. For the beat if not the lyrics. Dad's a hard-core classics fan, although he was enough of a hippie to still like the old stuff. I love classical, but none of the aforementioned is gonna keep my interest for too long.

My stuff is the good stuff. Turlough O'Carolan to Gaelic Storm. Celtic/Irish. After listening to lyrics in Gaelic for a few hours from across the room on the other computer, Dad gets a bit annoyed, but I don't think he wants to risk telling me to shut it off for fear I'll branch into those things I don't even call music [heavy metal, rap, hard rock, most pop, etc.]

Luckily, I manage to listen to enough hard-core Irish and enough 1600s Celtic that my parents are slightly sick of it :-} .

Not to give off the wrong idea-- I don't listen to what I do to tick off my parents. That's just an added plus. I just seem to understand the Irish/Celtic stuff more than anything else. That stuff is moving. It's one of the few things that I am as involved in when I'm playing as when I'm listening. To hear a really good harpist just lose himself in Squire Wood's Lamentation on the Refusal of his Half Pence [My favorite O'Carolan tune] is really an experience. The preformers are so into their music. The vocalists can add so much. The words themselves are so unexpected, but you can completely miss them if you aren't listening carefully. Then there's the whole violin aspect. When they lead the other instruments in a testament to life and music, convincing you one cannot survive without the other. Oh, the fiddles! How the fiddlers can mold the tone just so and you loose yourself in the flow of the melody... or, a really good Celtic hymn, like 'Be Thou my Vision,' combined with traditional words and proper accompaniment, is a renewal of the soul. Then there are still the traditional airs. The songs [as a genre, like reel or air] can just infuse you with energy, hope, life, or good spirits. Some are so simple and quaint, but there are the fun ones, too. Especially the ones about boos. Johnny Jump Up is beyond belief! Of course, the ones about the oppression of Ireland can bring a tear to your eye. I've documented that the song I'm listening to-- and there is always music playing when I'm down here on the computer-- is directly related to the what I'm writing. I'm sorta jumping around right now to the frivolous tune of The Galtee Hunt, but I can be bouncing off the proverbial walls with Two Sisters, or sober and reflective with planxty Eleanor Plunkett. I'll probably apologize profusely later for this long-winded answer, or want to, but music is something I can never shut up about. Maybe if the song that's playing wasn't so... well, like it is.

Ch"Alililu na gamnha"ris