Gloomy Hazy Goth Shoegazy
Music has always been an integral part of my DNA. Not literally. But, maybe literally. A major pet peeve of mine is when people use absolutes like “need” or “cannot” or “must” when referring to anything other than basics. “I cannot sleep without the TV on. I NEED it to be on.” No you don’t. You prefer it. You’re used to it. It’s not a need. Anyhoo, that’s stupid and I shouldn’t sweat the small stuff especially when it has nothing to do with me. “Worry about yourself” as my mom would say. So, onto what I NEED… I need music. And not just in a way that I want to hear it. I want it to evolve with me. I want my tastes to change and tributaries of subgenres to branch into complex patterns of Venn diagrams that inspire countless pointless conversations about the subtleties of this “core” vs that “post”. Knowledge about session bassist and touring managers and recording stories. These are some of my absolute favorite things. And the unknown is more exciting than the known. Having friend...
