cult of subloop

Ever have that feeling as you’re walking normally that suddenly you’re in an elevator that’s taken a quick change in velocity? Like you’re reaching the bottom of a tall building, and all your weight shifts to your feet, but you’re actually standing flat on the ground.

I had that just now.

The word of the day is “subloop”, which has interesting vowel sounds. Say it to yourself for the full effect. From subloop, we — the cult of subloop — have created many other words, including but not limited to: subloopinal, subloopinis (perhaps spelled subloopenis), sublooper, and subloopish.

Now I will tell you a quick story to explain what music I’m listening to.

Once, I broke up with a girl. I was in bed sick when I did it, but it was probably for the best anyway (we fought more than I have with any other girlfriend). She then proceeded to date another person, who was a mutual acquaintance, albeit not someone either of us knew well. Because I kept in contact with her at this time (partly because I wanted her back litterally a week after breaking up with her–a pining that continued for at least six months) I managed to hear some of this guy’s music. We shall call him O. O’s music was… how should I put it… crap. It mostly consisted of sounds taken from relatively obscure (but still popular) music, looped and thrown together. Because the loops were very recognizable, it was a bit like a Queen fan listening to Ice Ice Baby for the first time. O’s relationship with my X aside, I was not going to like this music. Even if it was good. (Taking his relationship with my x into consideration, probably especially if it was good.)

O has always seemed very conceited to me. He’s always acted very cold towards me, and the times when I’ve had to be around him (for whatever reason) we have probably never exchanged more than 5 words. In short, I do not like O.

O continued to make music, and through a series of performances he was a part of, I continued to hear it grow and become quite a bit more distinct over the past 3 or 4 years. (While still, inside, trying to convince myself that it was crap.) Now O is dating a very public figure in the local music community, and he put out a limited run of a short (< 30 min) CD. There is no longer any denying it. Damnit, the CD is fucking good. I don’t want to like it, but I’ve been listening to it for a few days straight now. The end.