Music can sooth even the most psychotic beast.

Patrick Bateman welcoming you... would you like anything? A mineral water perhaps? No? Anyway... what was the topic of discussion? Oh yes, my blog. Welcome to my blog, I think you will find it inspiring and informative. Given my own medium through which I can rant about anything I wish, I choose to share with you my love of music. Through reviewing certain albums, some great, others bad, I hope to express something about the human condition to you. Not that I find much redeeming about mankind, no, I refer to something more inherent. The kind of thing rich, well-invested, egomaniacs like myself usually sell to get ahead in life. Through the acoustics of music the human soul can express the deepest of emotions. As I said, I am not one to have feelings, any expression of them is a facade, something illusory, nevertheless, the human condition relies on emotion. Therefore I will as a moderate without true emotion, reveal the human animal for what it is: an emotional weakling. Now I'm sure you're asking yourself, "How can he claim to do all this through simply reviewing music?" My answer to you is this: it doesn't matter. Whether or not any word I've written here makes sense does not matter, as you have already read this far. There is an idea of sincerity, a mirage, but nothing of it truly exists in my words. This paragraph has meant nothing.