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So, two things!
Thing 1: the internet and I don’t exactly have the same relationship that we used to. It’s difficult to explain, but I mostly blame social networking (or thank social networking, in a way?) for the constant onslaught of STUFF that has, I think, managed to seriously, officially ruffle my good sensibilities. Really. It’s great that people can share and have such instantaneous contact with one another. But hello — HELLO — I am a HERMIT. I am such a hermit. I have problems enough as it is tolerating people in general. I am quite grateful for instantaneous and occasionally very fun internet-based connection with many with whom I might not otherwise get to interact with but at what cost? All those other excessive crap of the internet!
My sister, who is soon relocating from the New York Metropolitan area to good old Ohio, was recently having a conversation during my visit with another New Yorker-about-to-leave about why this particular city is so damn frustrating to live in, and it came down to information overload — how there are these rules of etiquette and existence that take eons to figure out due to the fact that said rules are buried in massive amounts of data and particulars that don’t really matter! And I was all like, wait, are you guys talking about the internet? So that, pretty much.
I will say that I hate how this ruffling of good sensibilities has in turn effected how I write here (particularly how often I write here), but you know. That’s life. Everything is always shifting and moving. People use the internet differently than they once did, me too. Where does a blog fit in, particularly this blog that I have been writing in for, good GOD, almost ten years?
It’s been a really good extended-ish break I’ve had, and I’ve been happy to have it going on the idea that if I’m not going to blog I should at least not feel obligated to apologize for not blogging. So…hah! I’m not even going to apologize. I’m such a jerk! Hah!
Thing 2: WHAT THE HELL ASS BALLS I love The Pixies.
I mean, this happened before, ten years ago. I found myself pretty thoroughly obsessed, and at the time it was exciting because The Pixies are loud and amped and often very dissonant (a thing I hadn’t quite experienced enough in “popular” music), as well as having that particular band ensemble sound for which I’m a complete sucker. Also some pretty insane harmonic motion/timing/progressions. Not to mention the fact that nobody scream-sings quite like Frank Black does. There was a lull some time after I had hit college, in which I still acknowledged that The Pixies were the jam, but only really listened to one particular album, Trompe Le Monde — still one of my complete favorites — but nothing else because I thought for some reason the other albums just didn’t live up to that one. Well I was WROOONG. Doolittle. Bossanova. Come On Pilgrim. How did I miss these for those eight-or-so years?
The funny thing is, now that some time has passed and I’ve listened to some more tunes and in particular run the music-school gamut and particularly the music theory gamut (insert momentary pause for shaking of fist at Eastman School of Music’s theory-testing schemes), I find that I actually hear them completely differently than I did ten years ago. It’s a little like I’m listening to this band I’ve been a pretty big fan of for the last ten years for the first time. Which is weird. I also still like the Pixies for all the same reasons: dissonance, ensemble, harmonic progressions, screaming. Just in different ways.
Plus a lot of other stuff I won’t get into because it would be NERDY.
I don’t even want to say anything more than that. I’m just going to chuck some tunes out there.