Imaginary Diseases

Up until last weekend I had been going through what I will from here on out dub a Musical Discovery Drought (MDD). Let me explain.

Typically, I have no difficulties finding a new album to enrapture me for a few weeks. More often than not I can literally just walk into any music dealer, spend five minutes perusing the aisles and emerge with 10 different albums I have been dying to buy. Lately, though, I have not been in any hurry to buy any albums. In fact, I was afraid for a minute that I was beginning to lose my obsession with music. While on one hand it would be a fiscally beneficial loss, it would also be a dreadfully sad one. Kind of like when you were little and you got that one precious item for your birthday that you had been begging for to no end. (For me, this may or may not have been a pair of tap dance shoes). You were elated at first, but then somewhere around two weeks later you found yourself ignoring that item in favor of the next big thing. How sad must that thing feel being ignored like that? I don’t think that this analogy really works that well, but now you know I desperately wanted to be a tap dancer a great deal more than any young boy should.

You’re probably wondering what happened last weekend that jolted me from my MDD. On top of that, you may have had similar DD’s before and have questioned how, if ever, you can emerge from your drought. Maybe for you it’s a BDD (book) or movie (MoDD to differentiate between M’s), TVDD (TV, duh) or … you get the idea. There are a couple solutions I’ve discovered to cure the DD strain:

1. Wait to buy an album or two (or 10) that blow your mind.

Actually, that’s the only solution, now that I think about it. That’s all. Last weekend I copped (that’s a new phrase I’ve recently picked up after reading Slam Magazine, where apparently “buy” and “purchase” are not cool enough words) Andrew Bird’s “Armchair Apocrypha” and Band of Horses’ “Everything All the Time.” Go buy them. Take them home with you and let them heal you. MDD, you can’t hold me down!

I think every post from here on out should end with me yelling at an imaginary disease.

Blog It Like It's Hot

This is my third blogging experience. The now defunct "Vanillarush10" blog and "SomeoneElseStoleVanillarush10" blog have long been retired, and have made it quite clear they wish to stay that way. And I'm not one to argue with a retired blog. Everyone knows how grumpy the retired can be. Sure, I could have resurrected those old friends from blog oblivion, but it would have required a significant expenditure of blood, sweat and tears. Or just remembering old passwords that I made up 3 years ago.

Anyway, I'll be updating my personal state of the union with some music musings, some tale-spinning, a photograph or so and maybe an occasional visit from our friend, YouTube. On that note, I'm sure you've seen this by now, but it has given me a great deal of joy the past couple days:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nda_OSWeyn8

I wanna know where the gold at!