I needed to hear one really good song tonight. On the way home from work, the radio had nothing for me (I very seldom utilize it for anything but sports and NPR). A wasteland of mediocrity; dull offerings as flaccid as an ancient cock polluted my ears, sapped my essence. Despite this, I stuck around. The radio is not central to my life, but it once was.
I remember being young and enchanted by it. I had a clock radio with a tiny speaker and often sat before it, utterly seduced, in the semi-dark of my room in the hours after dinner that were mine. I've always had a crisp recollection of hearing Kashmir for the first time. It may as well have been a transmission from a distant, golden galaxy. I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been....
Without that radio, I would have been deprived of discovery and maybe the impulse to become a musician wouldn't have manifested so palpably. So, in the car, years later, I gave the radio a shot, perhaps hoping on some level to recapture something that can't be recaptured. It didn't seduce, thrill, or even mildly arouse. The landscape has changed and we know that nothing lasts.
And now I ready myself to fulfill the above-described need. Song of the night: Stars Of Track And Field, by Belle & Sebastian. It was my introduction to the group and I haven't heard a better song by them.
I feel cleansed.
