I am newly interested in music again. What I mean is that I am interested in ALL
the music. I’m branching out, which is
enlightening. Sometimes I feel like the
older I get, the more resistant to new music I am. Not because it’s bad or anything, but because
I don’t care enough to take the time to really listen to it.
I’ve also learned that the people with whom I’m hanging out
(specifically, important men in my life), turn me on to different parts of my
personality … via music.
What a beautiful gift.
Two months ago, I was listening to Black Sabbath and Fugazi
and other metal. I had a Z-92 flashback
(Omaha) of kick-ass bands from back in the day. I bought a bunch of albums then: The Smiths, The Cure, Black Sabbath,
Firehose, Nirvana, Led Zeppelin, Husker Du …
And then my son moved back in over Christmas break, and
(because I was a fucking emotional mess), he hooked me up with some good music
to lift me up and change my perspective.
(God, I love him.)
So yesterday, I went album shopping with HIM, and I bought
Kendrick, and Tame impala, and Kanye (yes, I said it), and Nas, and Mac Miller,
and Black Flag, and (yes) The Smiths.
A little bit different on the sound scale, yeah?
The best part (besides sifting through all those albums in a
record store) is bringing them home and pulling off the plastic and setting the
needle on the vinyl. The crackle, and
then the power of the Bose speakers inflating the room with sound.
Digital music is great, don’t get me wrong. I literally just bought a premium
subscription to Spotify today. But the
physicality and the personality of music pressed onto vinyl is never a bad
thing.
Go do it. What do you
have to do right now that’s more interesting?
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