Yesterday in a fit of nostalgia I opted to download some albums that I haven't listened to in years, YEARS I TELL YOU!
If you didn't know, music is my life. Well was my life for a long long time. After I got let go from A&B Sound I was all bitter and serisouly didn't go out of my way to listen, learn or appreciate music. Lately though, the love has been rekindled.
In the last year I've done a mass overhaul and listened to some of the most amazing, odd, crazy and mind blowing stuff ever. I have become obsessed with Andrew Bird and Antony & The Johnsons, absolutly adore Griffin House, Patrick Park, and Dustin Kensrue and have found myself listening to Elliot Smith a lot. I reloaded all the Shins, Iron & Wine and Flaming Lips onto my MP3 player and have been enjoying music that is new, fun and worthwhile.
Yesterday I decided to get back to basics, back to my basics. I've been having this itching need to listen to the good stuff, the punk stuff, the stuff that wet dreams are made of. I realize what I've been doing wrong for the last three years. Not listening to enough of these bands.
New York Dolls