I haven't discovered many new bands in a while, and seem to be temporarily out of new music in general, so I'm doing what I usually do in these circumstances - dig into old bands.
Because of the song-at-a-time habit I developed a long time ago due to bandwidth issues and Audiogalaxy, I tend to have bands that I would describe as 'great' or bands that I'd say I 'love' that I have a total of half a dozen songs on my computer. Usually, all six are killer. But I have that weird fear that the next song of theirs I hear I won't love, and so I steer clear for a while.
So then, every once in a while, I go back, find a band like that, and timidly check out a seventh (or in this case, third) song. Thus, I go back to my Super Furry Animals collection of two songs (for the record, 'At Least It's Not the End of the World,' and 'Something for the Weekend,") and look at iTunes offerings. I also discovered that my once sufficient Oasis collection is completely gone, and decided that I can no longer live without "Acquiesce." Etc.
Music consumption, for me, is a strange hybrid of Thrill-of-the-Hunt (why I own a Treepeople, and Throwing Muses album) and ridiculous timidity (I just barely decided to go for a fourth song off Iggy Pop's The Idiot, an album I know perfectly well I'll love).
Still, a new Spoon album looms large, and I know I'll come down on the Thrill side of the equation for Them Crooked Vultures tomorrow. Which is ridiculous, because I've heard the single, and think it rates no better than a Queens of the Stone Age B-side, or a Foo Fighters album track.
I will say though, anytime I find my music collection without Robyn Hitchcock's "The Bones in the Ground" I remedy the situation. And then forget about him for years at a time again.
Monday, November 16, 2009
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