My music stats have been appalling lately. Appalling as in I’ve barely listened to music at all.
Well, by comparison. 1 day 11 hours total for last week; in the words of Dustin, it’s not enough.
There is a reason though. I’m not as excited about music as I have been. I know there’s a pattern, I’ve been around for a long time, I’ve observed it. I’ll have periods where I listen to music basically 24 hours a day (sleeping is a waste of precious time that could be spent listening to NIN!), and then there are periods where I can barely stand music at all and I’ll prefer to listen to people talking (radio, TV), maybe I can stand a wee bit of Iain Morrison but that’s it.
I’m trying to coax myself back into the part of the cycle I prefer, the listening to lots part, by listening to a lot of old faves.
The Mission; Never Again. How can you not love The Mission? Even with that horrendous art work that passes for the cover of the album Masque.
Depeche Mode; Stripped. Usually everyone’s favorite, which I’m only just starting to get. Not that it was ever bad, I just wasn’t obsessed. Before.
John Cale; Darling I need you. From the Fragments of a Rainy Season record, which, by the way, is finally available on Spotify! If there is one John Cale record you need in your life, this is the one. It’s basically Cale playing all of his best songs on the piano. Now if that hasn’t got you sold I don’t know what will.
Still wondering WHY he’s spent most of his career doing, well, not this.
Nine Inch Nails; Sin. A live version I can’t get enough of.
Recoil; Jezebel. Recoil’s Liquid is such an underrated album. It includes 5 of my all-time favorite tracks.
HIM; Killing Loneliness. You know how I love pop metal.
LOTS of Within Temptation. Part of me thinks this is one ridiculous band, but the music they make, it’s a 100% match for me. Go-to for workouts. If I did workouts. Obvs I don’t. I just lay around on my couch all day. Snack on things high in sugar and fat.
Sinéad is a fave:
And yes, in terms of my feminist challenge this playlist (not only this excerpt) is pretty much a complete failure.
I have no excuses. Except for all other culture I consume is by and about women. Doesn’t that count?? (No it doesn’t.)
There is not a chance in hell this strategy is going to work. In fact, I predict it will get worse still before it gets better. Because that is the pattern. One can only wait.
I hate waiting.