It's the Rattlesnake I Fear
I miss the enthusiasm ( and spare time) I once had for absorbing new music. There was a time when I would seek out new music religiously, always checking out the underdog up-and-coming bands. I discovered my still-favorite bands then; now I just keep picking up the next records from the same groups and give a disdainful shrug to most of the new bands I hear.
I guess it's part of getting older.
But I remember discovering Morphine via BMG music service, ordering "yes" on a whim as a free CD. When it arrived and I put it in my stereo, and the opening sax blare of "Honey White" spewed from the speakers, something fundamental happened. I proceeded to osmose that record. I put it on mix tapes, I wandered around with "Whisper" going through my head on repeat, I sought out every new Morphine track I could find.
Same with nearly everything: I discovered Peking Turtle and absorbed their funk jazz sound. I knew every word of Public Enemy's Apocalypse '91 and Radiohead's Pablo Honey.
Now, I pick up a new record and dismiss it in just two or three listens. I mean, I've never lost the joy of absorbing a new record -- Elbow's The Seldom-Seen Kid is currently attached to my brain -- but those albums come fewer and further between. Now it's a new best record every 3-6 months, not 2-3 days.
So is it because I'm too set in my ways? Not enough free time to listen?or does new music just suck like my parents thought mine did?
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