Nov 23, 2009 01:50
It's weird how sometimes different things click with you at different times. This last Portishead album is freakin' fantastic.
edit: Also, it's weird how the perception of music has seemed to change so much is such a little amount of time. It's hard to view albums as things that are sacred and can really enhance your life anymore. Everyone downloads as much music as they can, listens to it a couple times and then moves on to something else. I've certainly been guilty of trying to stuff my pockets with as much music as can fit, but there just seems to be such an emphasis on getting music as opposed to listening to it. Personally I feel like there hasn't been anything amazing enough to make it feel sacred, but maybe I'm just not giving the music enough time to develop with me.
really, I'm kind of perturbed about how early the new Beach House album was leaked in particular. I feel like they don't want us to listen to it until the snowy month of January. They want our first impression of it to be surrounded by something that we can conceptualize their music to. Or maybe I just want them to feel that way. They probably don't give a shit when we get it just as long as we pay for it. But whatever the case, the music isn't something that can genuinely entice excitement. It's the instantaneous and fleeting feeling of getting it. I listened to it once, loved it, then felt weird about it. Like I shouldn't be listening to this now. Like I should wait a few more months to listen to it. I feel like you're not even allowed to like it once somethings been out for so long, because you have to keep up with what's relevant. Who knows how many albums out there I could really connect with that I'm just not giving the chance or have overlooked. What if my favorite album of all time could have came out this year? or last year? I guess this is just a matter of not having enough time in the day to do all the things you want. Oh well. I'm gonna keep listening to great albums from 2008 that I thought were just pretty good.