Saturday, 2005 March 19 5:51 AM CST — Siloam Springs, Arkansas UNITED STATES
It's 5:00 AM CST where I am. I'm just waiting around in my good friends', Pete and Oliver, room for morning to come when I can travel back to the great state of Colorado. While they sleep, Oliver has graciously allowed me the use of his computer from where I'm writing this.
I forget how, but the subject of Jimi Hendrix came up as I was talking to my girlfriend yesterday. Jimi Hendrix was, without a doubt, the greatest guitarist who ever lived. As a person, however, he lived a life influenced by LSD and some other freaky stuff. As crazy as that sounds, I'm interested in obtaining one of his CDs.
If you ask anyone who knows Peter what his favourite band is, without a doubt, you will hear Dave Matthews Band. As much as I find their music full of talent, I refuse to buy any of it due to Dave Matthews' support for abortion. That is one issue that just puts my opinion of anyone very low.
Here is where the hypocrisy arrives: if you ask anyone who knows me what my favourite band is, you might hear Delirious? or U2. I greatly admire U2's musical ability as well. I already have several of U2's albums. What's the problem? The problem is that U2 is closely involved with Amnesty International. Amnesty International is a humanitarian group with several admirable goals. However, one of their less-than-admirable goals is the abolition of the death penalty throughout the world. Being someone who believes that the world needs to be tougher (Imagine that: tougher on the death penalty.) in putting murderers to death. However, I still manage to buy U2's music.
My œconomics professor said that he didn't believe in dirty money; people are only responsible for what they directly pay for. Peter says, “I buy the music, not the man.” When I hear things like that, I feel better about myself buying U2's music, but I still can't push myself to buy a DMB album because of their abortion stance. It seems natural to be, but it also seems illogical. I wish that I knew everything, but I don't. This appears to be one of those issues where I just don't know what to do about it.
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