With all the different definitions coming from fans of different POP Music, it has become hard to actually determine if something is POP or NOT. Even most of us here at Neil’s Music do have difficulties sometimes when it comes to deciding if something is really POP. So we have decided to go with the most traditional way of determining what POP music is, simply; “Music that is popular, mostly to the younger generation”
You might one day read about a band or artist that you don’t really think of as in the POP genre of music, we will definitely try to justify it by then in the post, but you have to understand that there is more to POP than what most people think it is. While there is a format for POP music, some still adhere to the traditional definition of what POP Music is.
I’ve been collecting albums, CDs, and even old cassette tapes for years, and let me tell you keeping them at a condition where they look great and you can still play them after years and years of storage are actually an art form. One could easily make the mistake of creating an environment where your collection could be in mint condition for a long time, but you could also mistakenly make one that could be the end of your collection.
In the last few years I have made so many discoveries and mistakes that lost me a lot of my beloved collection. My first mistake was keeping a portion of my vintage record collection inside an old cabinet in my garage, after neglecting it for a couple of years I discovered that termites have already destroyed the covers and made a small colony around the records. With the help of a Pest Control Company Caldwell, I was able to save a few of the records, but unfortunately most of them didn’t make it. Lesson of the story; thoroughly check your storage area and treat it with pesticides to prevent damage due to pests and vermin.
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To make things clear, I was not tricked into getting a tummy tuck, I was tricked into going to Utah to accompany someone who wanted to get a tummy tuck. The title is to get your attention, worked didn’t it? Anyway it was about two years ago, during the 2014 “Color Run”, and event that started in Utah back 2011. My friend, Jill, invited me to go to Utah for the whole event, promising the whole trip to be fun, with all the running, colors, and a concert that may include pop bands that I might like. Little did I know that the generous invitation was a trap, designed to make me think that fun was the only reason for us to go there.
Jill has always been the type to omit things that might hinder with her plans, but she isn’t a bad person, she’s usually quite caring and giving, though when she needs something she does everything to get it, that time she needed a companion that might also assist her if she needs recovery. I should have seen it coming when she was not drinking during the night, which we usually do before a concert. The next day she told me that she wanted to stop by the hospital, it was then that she told me everything, I wasn’t angry or anything, it just sucked being in a situation where if you refuse you are leaving a friend who is about to go through surgery, albeit an elective surgery, and make me look like a completely heartless person.
It wasn’t all bad though, that time I had nothing to do, I had no job or anything that required me to go home immediately, and she paid for a wonderful trip that I would never forget. With all honestly she could have asked and I would have probably said yes, no need for all the cloak and dagger, but then again it did make it a little more fun, and it became a story fun enough to talk about with people, so I guess her way just made it more interesting.
The reason that Jill chose Utah seems to be because she knew a lot of people there, including the doctor that did the surgery.…
After immersing yourself in all the fun that Vegas can offer, you sit down in a restaurant or café somewhere and find yourself just observing. Observing the people who win and those who lose, you begin to think about how their winnings or losses would affect them. You observe the beautiful people around, you begin to ask yourself how old she really is, and if those are real or implants. You observe every little thing that comes by, sometimes tiring yourself out does this to you, you space out and just start wondering about the little things and thinking of how, what, where, and why. This is my observation of the beautiful city of Las Vegas and the people who lives in and visits it. If you ever need a bail bondsman, there are many great bail agents in Las Vegas.
I had just stepped out of a long game of baccarat, I had come out of the game with a decent amount of winnings. You tend to lose track of time when you’re in a Vegas casino, in fact you might even not feel tired at all when playing, but when you step away from the table the tired feeling slowly sets in and you either go to your room or get a cup of coffee. I chose the latter and decided to just observe.
The first thing I notice were the people… the people who were playing and the people who have lost, it seems to me that winners either retire to their rooms or proceed to their next agenda. I found that those who were playing had a lot of energy in their eyes, was it hope, hope to win it big enough to not need to win again? I already knew that winning that big was so astronomically rare that actually working to becoming a billionaire had a more probable possibility of success, but the people who knew that the most were the people from the other end of the spectrum, the ones who lost a good deal of money, not too much money though, for if that was the case they would have left long ago. Their eyes didn’t show desperation but something close to it, the urge to just win enough to get back even a little of what they lost, a thought as dangerous as thinking of winning it big.…