an awkward [reality] break

I like music. Quite a lot actually, sometimes perhaps too much. I don’t really care about genres any more, or what others listen to. It’s sort of borderline autistic I think, this disregard and homing in on details. This is why I have far more with Fu Manchu than Metallica, think that the beats of Cunninlynguists’ weaker songs still outclasses most other hiphop acts by far, that the Kills still is more fun than the White Stripes, why the most interesting thing out of the 80s was Dead Scouts, and that more people should listen to the Mekons and Sally Crewe.

I used to be good at finding new music. Last year I let it slide down and didn’t really look or pay attention. It didn’t feel good, not now afterwards. So that has to change back, dig deeper. And no, new music isn’t exactly new, it can be old as fuck only I’ve never noticed it before. Feel free to give pointers. I won’t laugh or scoff — I think.