the good old days

apologies - have been dealing with the whole 'find an apt and moving' thing which will finally happen this weekend. oh yeah , and with the energy sucking of totally having nothing to do.

but the good thing is that i've spent loads of time listening to music. have been listening to bloc party, menomena, the gossip, and of course bjork - loads and loads. some of this stuff, esp. menomena, is so freaking good, i could lick it. its been a while since i have just viscerally liked a band and wanted to listen to their music over and over again. there are the old standbys of radiohead and r.e.m. and pink floyd etc., but a new band is bliss. . . sigh . . . theres something totally beautiful of just nothing but music and it got me thinking about the good old days of music listening. i remember when i buying a cd was a time for my roommates to hate me. i would listen to nothing else for days or weeks. i used to lay in my bed listening to the music with the insert, reading through the lyrics or sometimes just in the dark letting the music wash over me. it was kinda like communing with the music and musicians. i just dont do that anymore. its not that there is no time, but there are no cd inserts (plus the dearth of good, satisfying music) just downloaded mp3s. i miss the tactile aspect of music. it used to be a whole body experience utilizing so many senses (though not taste cause i never actually really licked anything).

its funny when i realize that am showing my age and how little things can represent generational distance.