Wolf’s Cozy Corner

Quick little disclaimer before getting into the blog:  I'm not attacking either of my parents, more specifically my mother, in this blog, so please don't think that. Music is a big part of my life, some of you may know from my last blog or some of my other blogs. If not, welcome, tl;dr for my previous blogs, music is huge and listening to it is usually a daily ritual for me. Of course, for those who have seen my previous blogs, I'm sure you get the general gist of my taste in music. It's pretty expansive, give or take, since I listen to just about anything and everything to an extent. But I don't get this sort of music taste from nowhere and no, it wasn't some weird self-discovery that happened because I left the house. In fact, my diverse taste in music comes from both of my parents and my love for it, my father. So first, let me give a "quick" biography, starting with my mother, and no, I'm not giving names, but you will get to see faces! Back to...

While I may not have been to much in the way of funerals and weddings, I have had quite the experience with music in a somewhat ritualistic sense. Now, of course most of us have listened to music around the holidays, my condolences to those who work in retail... I'm sure Mariah Carey is ingrained in your skulls. All jokes aside, I tend to listen to certain songs only under certain circumstances, whether it be mood, events (such as gatherings), holidays, and then some. I'll start with holidays first, as festive music, and not just in the Christmas sense, isn't something I'm particularly fond of. Now before the torches and pitchforks come out, there's nothing wrong with Christmas music or Halloween music, or whatever other festive music there is, I just don't really care for the over-played songs such as, yet again, Mariah Carey's, "All I Want for Christmas Is You" or another one that I'm sure a lot may know is Bobby Pickett's, "Monster ...