Nothing can stop me loving Blur, and Graham Coxon. With every listen, Happiness In Magazines and Love Travels at Illegal Speeds (Coxon solo albums) get better. With every listen to Parklife, I am drawn back to my earlier years, way before I had any idea of how good the music was.
I started at Parklife, in the back of the car on a rainy Sunday, no doubt being dragged to some place of interest to my parents. I made my way, through the charade of Steps, through somewhere I can't really remember, to Franz Ferdinand, Maximo Park, a brief dalliance with The Ramones and The Clash, over to Klaxons, CSS, Shitdisco and Hot Chip. I stayed around there for a while, gathering Jimi Hendrix, The Rolling Stones, The Velvet Underground and Lou Reed with me, to emerge, and haul myself back to Parklife, by way of Bon Iver and Bloc Party, The Horrors, and a load of other stuff. Enough syndetic listing. (Or is it asyndetic? Who cares anymore...)
This summer I seem to have drawn myself into a personal experiment; now, with most past-times and hobbies, I am fervently interested for a few months, maybe years, and then slowly give it up. The only exceptions have been writing, and music.
Due to the availability of pretty much all the significant music ever made, I have been listening to as much music as I have free time in the past month or so. It has tested my love for sound; I have sometimes felt that there was literally nothing I could happily listen to. I have felt that music I have long loved is too superficial to withstand the over-listening; but, over all, I have become even more addicted to 'listening'.
Time doesn't seem well spent any more unless there was a good noise in the background.
This is a good thing.
Sq.
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