So how did you become such an expert in all genres of music?



: I'm not an expert.




: ok.. so "knowledgable" and "passionate" in all kinds of music? you never settle in one  genre all these past years, and you try to pull off something from all kinds of music genres. what made you like that?

: you see, if you cross a music lover (of all genres) and a socially insecure bastard, you get a Music Chameleon. at least thats how i could best call it.



: Music Chameleon? someone who can blend in any type of music?



: with a motive that is. some loser who would exploit other people's (especially girls') love/passion for a certain kind of music genre, or even a specific band or artist just to get attention, respect, or recognition. in short, just to get closer to her.
it's pathetic, really.

: exploit meaning... he pretends to be into the same things so she would notice him?



: oh not just pretend, he'd seriously get into it just for her.
he exposes and researches so much on whatever genre/band the girl is into, even to the point of surpassing her own knowledge of it.


: and it works?



: oh it does, believe me. but only to a certain extent.




: sounds pretty desperate. like something a total geek would do.



: what happens is, he gets too much into this genre that it grows into him and
eventually influences him in many ways.. even in his own music and style.



: so you're saying this person is a musician.



: yes. he must be. how more can he impress the girl when he sits by her and plays her favorite song in the piano or guitar? better yet, even sing it.



: girls can be a sucker for that, huh.



: oh not quite. you see these girls with extreme fanaticism and passion for a certain
singer, band or music artist are one of the hardest to impress.  if she sees that  you like what she likes, youre a buddy. but you'll never BE the ones she likes coz nothing compares to her object / person of obsession. she would just see you as a co-fanatic, and the sad part is that youre really just a poser.

: ouch.



: and later on... after accepting the fact that he hasnt got a chance in a million years to get the girl to like him, he ends up with nothing else but the music. there's no turning back. the music meshed into his blood and he can't get rid of it. its gonna be there till he dies.

: then what?



: then he moves on to the next girl of another music genre to blend with or suck up to. and the cycle goes on.  in the end, you get a well exposed and experienced music afficionado of different genres, who's also a depressed, insecure, and  hopeless member of society.

: so you like talking about yourself, don't you?



: no, i like making music.




: to impress girls.



: no, to keep me sane and away from suicide.




: yeah, whatever.