Music stuff

Whenever I read Chuck Klosterman, I always want to write about music. Of course, I'm nowhere near as good at it as he is, probably be cause I lack his apparently encyclopedic memory and I defnitely don't have his years of experience. And let's face it, I'm nowhere near smart (or warped) enough to compare all the important women in my life to the individual members of KISS.

But I was thinking about this. One of the differences, at least for me, between listening to music now, and listening to it when I was younger, is context. Back then, I listened to music, just to listen to it. I would sit in my room and listen to an album, doing nothing else. Or in my driveway with my boombox. I have plenty of great memories of just sitting out there listening to albums, like when my neighbor brought down the new Guns N' Roses EP "Lies" for us to hear. That was a great day, especially since I didn't know it had been released. (This was back before the internet when new albums were largely a surprise; you didn't know months in advance when a new record was coming out. Back in 1988, I would stop by the local record music store on my way home from school every Tuesday just to find out what the new releases were.) Back then, listening to music was largely it's own activity.

Nowadays, that happens much less often. Now it seems like music is something I listen to while I'm driving to work, while I'm at work, while I'm reading a book, while I'm writing a blog, etc. Which is not to say I enjoy it any less, but I do feel like I don't enjoy it as completely as I used to. If that makes sense. Occasionally I will sit in my room and just listen to something, but it often seems that there is just no time for that anymore, which is a shame.
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Song I'm currently obsessed with: "The Bluest Eyes In Texas". Not the original, but the Nina Persson (formerly of the Cardigans) version from the movie Boys Don't Cry. I've listened to it 4 or 5 times already while just writing this blog.
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I had a weird dream the other night. Someone had convinced me that Siamese Dream was a much better Smashing Pumpkins album than Gish. This is just not true, and even if it were, technically, I would never agree with it, simply becuse Siamese Dream has got the worst and most distracting guitar sound ever. Have you ever watched a movie where something so jarring and illogical happens that it "takes you out of the film"? That's what the guitar sound on Siamese Dreamis like for me.

But the important part of that dream was that it really just made me want to listen to Gish again. I haven't heard it in forever. And actually, I did mean to download it from my bit torrent last night, but forgot and downloaded only High 'N' Dry by Def Leppard instead.

Which I'm going to go listen to now. Let it rock. Let it roll. Let it go.