Generally, when the average person lands on a home page, they check out the pictures first because we are, after all a visual culture. If they like what they see, maybe they'll bother reading the self-involved ranting of the narcissist who built the page, usually in some distracting graphic and font choice that eats away at a designers' soul. In all this toggling back and forth between pictures of the person and their better-looking friends, you miss a little gem of myspace...the song they wanted you to hear. For me, most of the people I visit tend to play a song that took them back to that morning in Ibiza, when they're rolling on their 3rd pill. Nice for them, not nice when it's blasted at full blast in the office and people notice that I have bikini clad women on my computer. However, once in a while, there is a song that is totally worth this audio trauma.M. Wards' Chinese Translation is one of those. I found it while surfing my friend's friends. An audiophile named Mandy had it on her site just when it first came out. Not to get into details, but Mandy dated my brother Jeff for a bit. I didn't have any strong opinion either way at the time, but honestly, when I heard this song on her page, I kind of fell in love with her for a few minutes. Isn't that what good songs are supposed to do? Connect people. So I'm writing all of this in the hope that it was engaging enough to trick you into staying here so you'd listen to the entire song. At the end, if you feel that you've fallen in love with me a little bit, it's ok. I love you too.
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