When I began writing this paper, I had absolutely no idea what I was getting myself into. Basically, I began talking about the history of music, then decided to talk about how my dead friend inspired me to play piano, then I was going to talk about how the music I produce had deeper meaning behind it, then I said screw it. I'm starting over, again. Now I sit here at five A.M. on December eighth, contemplating what time my adderall will wear off. To me, I could care less if this paper catches you're attention or not. I don't know if it is a narrative or argumentative. But, if you do decide to read it word for word, then I hope you can understand what I am trying to say.
             Rene Descartes quoted "I am, therefore I exist." To me I could care less about existence. All I know is that I am a freshman at Kent State University, typing a paper on who knows what. I would rather be thinking something up on the piano, instead of pulling words out of my ass and typing them on a keyboard. But this paper is required to be completed, so I'm going to finish what I have started. Take Descartes for example. He probably wants to get high and philosophize about how beautiful the world is, and he spends his time completing his book on Meditations. I wish I could get famous for saying a few words that have no true meaning. I could say: I am all that is great, and no one would care. Marilyn Manson gets publicity for dressing up in ridiculous clothing then says the most absurd things in his lyrics. Why can't I get up in front of million's of people. Playing the piano half naked, and singing about pink fluffy bunnies? Most likely no one would show up to the concert, and I would look retarded. What about the Larry King? He hosts a talk show at the age of two hundred and fifty years old, and he still gets television ratings. Who in their right mind would want to see Larry King talk at all? If I were hi...