| You may ask yourself, "Who is this mysterious Lady Synesthesia?" And you may ask yourself, "Why does she have so much time on her hands?" You might even ask yourself, "Why aren't I wearing any pants?" No...nevermind, that's me. Well, of course, my name isn't Synesthesia. I'm Ashley, and I live in "wonderful" sunny Southern California. I'll be 17 this August, and I'm no longer attending high school (yay). My life has not always been a happy one. In fact, its tendency has proven to be quite the opposite. I've learned how to deal with it, although it is never easy. I was introduced to AFI's music not too far back, and I immediately fell in love with them. A classmate/friend of mine kept telling me how "bad-ass" they were, and whenever he and I hung out at his house, he would play The Art of Drowning repeatedly. I finally downloaded the album shortly thereafter, burned it, and it never left my CD player until Sing The Sorrow was released. When I first listened to it, I was relatively unaffected. It didn't really give me the same vibe as TAOD, and that confused me to a certain extent. STS didn't sink in until about the third time I listened to it, and I became absolutely enthralled. In my personal opinion, Sing The Sorrow targets Davey's voice and brings it to a higher level than ever before. Jade's playing is magnificent, Adam provides beats that no one else can, and Hunter brings it all together. These songs have the power to make me euphoric, break my heart, and truly make me think like no one else can. The lyrics move me to the point where tears are literally brought to my eyes, and I can't help but feel some sort of personal connection with the guys of AFI. They make you feel as though you're as much a part of the music as they are, and it's a feeling I cannot describe for the life of me. Just when I hate life, A Fire Inside's music makes me love it again. But, back to me. I'm a depressed little drama geek with a body like WHOA. Ha. If nothing else, I have my self-esteem, right? Anywho, I don't know what else to write. The end. |
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