I fight constantly the impression that, as far as music is concerned, pretty much has been said and done. I recognise too often in songs played on the radio musical phrases that are reused (not to say stolen) in more pathetic ways than one.
I embrace the novelty in this respect, but at the same time I am wary of new kids trying to make it big in the evil, huge world. Their rage and hunger to be heard is nothing new after all. It's all just history repeating.
I need time to break my barriers and give in to the new. The good new.
Holding out makes only for a better reward.
I went to get hubs a CD he wanted but could not make up his mind when he saw it. He is very excited to have discovered some new bands and to have some older bands release new albums (which are not completely crappy).
Being there, quite early in the morning, not too many people around to get on my nerves, I set to track new bands I meant to listen to 'sometime'.
I left not with one, but with no less than six CD-s.
I am determined to go back for more Mando Diao albums, I only got two of them, apparently the best of them, and I can't believe I let myself be blind to their music because I did not like their name. I still don't, can't exactly put my finger on it why, but their music totally makes up for the silly name. It's been so long since I found an album that I liked from the first to the last track! Give Me Fire is that kind of album.
Next find is King of Leons. I have to admit I only set out to listen to their samples because I think their Sex on Fire is one of the most brilliantly haunting songs I have heard in a while. I am not all that won over by their other works, I keep considering it as a work up to this song, which obviously deserves all the hype it's got so far. But I am willing to give them their time and work their magic on me.
And finally I gave in and got The Killers' Hot Fuss.
It's good to know that there is still something to be said which is worth listening to. And I just love books and music that give me that very selfish feeling that I am the sole intended audience the author/s had in mind, that make me feel that they were written just for me, and that I am the only one who can really truly appreciate that particular piece of work as it really should.
On another line of thinking - blogger and its features amount to a handsome pile of utter rubbish! Wish there were really some other options out there. But sadly, there are not. They are all pretty much the same. Whatev'...
