The problem with blogs is that you have to continually have something to say. I wish I were that creative, or felt that free about my own goings on that I could write about my life every day.
I can't bring myself to just write that I went to the grocery store/a Mexican restaurant/work, over and over and over.
Maybe I'll start something else, though. Something more interesting? To me? I guess?
What I would like to do is start doing a retrospective on the music I listen to, maybe trace a chronology backward, from here, wearing a Mogwai shirt, to back when I was a kid, listening to my father play Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young on his brand new CD player.
I remember vividly from when I was a kid, my father had a way of.. I don't know what you'd call it, but I guess backing up the music he liked. He'd feed the tape deck, or CD player, into the VCR, and record those 8 hour long VHS tapes with pure music. Kim Mitchell, Blue Rodeo, Neil Young, the Grateful Dead.. It's weird thinking back to those days, because it was my first real exposure to music-as-ambience. I remember specifically sitting down to listen to the aforementioned CSNY album (Deja Vu, one of the classics, and the first CD my father bought, and to hear the story told, one of his first LPs too) and Holst's "The Planets." Mars was my favourite.
It also strikes me as strange that "The Planets" as a title is so ubiquitous that it barely gets a disambiguation on Wikipedia, and goes straight to the article about Gustav Holst's "The Planets."
That's all for today, I suppose. Until next time.
I can't bring myself to just write that I went to the grocery store/a Mexican restaurant/work, over and over and over.
Maybe I'll start something else, though. Something more interesting? To me? I guess?
What I would like to do is start doing a retrospective on the music I listen to, maybe trace a chronology backward, from here, wearing a Mogwai shirt, to back when I was a kid, listening to my father play Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young on his brand new CD player.
I remember vividly from when I was a kid, my father had a way of.. I don't know what you'd call it, but I guess backing up the music he liked. He'd feed the tape deck, or CD player, into the VCR, and record those 8 hour long VHS tapes with pure music. Kim Mitchell, Blue Rodeo, Neil Young, the Grateful Dead.. It's weird thinking back to those days, because it was my first real exposure to music-as-ambience. I remember specifically sitting down to listen to the aforementioned CSNY album (Deja Vu, one of the classics, and the first CD my father bought, and to hear the story told, one of his first LPs too) and Holst's "The Planets." Mars was my favourite.
It also strikes me as strange that "The Planets" as a title is so ubiquitous that it barely gets a disambiguation on Wikipedia, and goes straight to the article about Gustav Holst's "The Planets."
That's all for today, I suppose. Until next time.