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Music was, is, and will always be a part of my life. What I listen to nonetheless defines who I am at that moment in time... Like the time I only listened to rap, because I was just so ridiculously gangster. (Just kidding. I'm ALWAYS ridiculously gangster.)

I remember very clearly the day my world was blown away. It was back when the love of my life was NSYNC (not Backstreet Boys, mind you. NSYNC will always be undeniably better. I'm still waiting for them to make their comeback.), and I would listen to nothing else. There was once when my dad and I were driving to Cedar Springs, and the only CD I brought was NSYNC's self-titled album, which I replayed over and over again. Now that I think back on that car ride, it makes me realize what a tolerable man my dad can sometimes be. One day, my cousin popped a Story of the Year CD into my computer, and it was as if everything I believed to be music was flipped upside down. I suddenly went on a Sum 41, Blink 182 and Avril Lavigne (OMG, there's a FEMALE rocker?!?!) binge. After all, I only knew of late-90s pop music before that. The incredibly deep lyrics of Sk8er Boi changed my life.
My musical taste has gone through so many phases. From thinking Good Charlotte was so hardcore, to thinking Bow Wow was a babe, to the time when I thought The Beat 94.5 was the only station that existed, to the time when I hung out with metalheads and listened to screamo, and screamo alone, to falling in love with German punk bands and other bands with lead singers who wear tight skinny jeans and have gorgeous, flowing hair, it's evolved to whatever the heck I listen to now.
Anyways, the point of this is, to Allen's regret, my music box and Song of the Day is back.