Thursday, April 27, 2006
The Day Before FRIDAY!
cause I'm playing outside tomorrow if I can.
Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros (click "Coma Girl")
(and don't fail to notice the Television song just below. Oh my.)
Lambchop, not just once, but twice.
Black Keys cover my favorite Beatle song.
and go read:
Is it as feverishly imaginative as fiercely written as Midnight or Moor or Ground or Shame? No. Is it better than Fury? Goodness yes.
Preoccupation as Excuse is Frail
I've written about the listening slump I'm enduring. It persists. New albums have been released in the past month that under normal circumstances would've excited responses out of me. I've bought and listened to them, and that they all generated no more than a disinterested shrug is enough to tell me I'm not to trust my judgment now.
What's utterly puzzling to me is why my dose of indifference seems to be affecting only my music gland. My other passions are all pumping prodigious amounts of enthusiasm (sparked in one particular case by a particular team taking 10 out of 12 possible points in the first four games, in another by the recent releases of this novel and this novel and the upcoming release of this novel and upcoming release of this book of poetry, and in a third by the distressingly fascinating and frightening reign of The Decider! and his relentless fucktardedness). It'd be easy to claim that hyperactivity in other spaces of interest are simply crowding out time for music, but it's precisely at times like this in the past that music has meant the most to me. It never suffered from competition.