Each of the big years has faced its own problems but all are now, finally, ticking along. I call that happiness!
Melbourne shoegaze, British folk-pop, a free jazz drummer, and an aged hippy. Listening to a whole album each and every day is not only a pleasure, it’s opening my eyes (no, my ears!) big time to the wondrous variety of new music out there. I can thoroughly recommend the challenge.
Only one of the three Big Years is unfolding out as planned but all are alive and kicking:
- Writing: I’m not fulfilling the precise daily requirements set on January 1, but boy, am I working well and hard each morning. I’m hoping soon to focus more on plans and weekly goals.
- Fitness: all my 2017 kilometer goals are up in the air, partly due to injury, partly due to favoring writing ahead of exercise, but hey, I’m out there each and every day, and for that I should be thankful.
- Rock music: 60 albums heard in entirety, 60 Pinterest reviewlets done. Wonderful!
If you’re not listening to new music, your old faves might move you or groove you, but you won’t get that goosebumps effect when a song, a chord, a chorus, a solo . . . it could be anything at all . . . transfixes you. “Holy shit,” you mutter and you know you’ll play that track again and again and again.
Over halfway through “Star Roving,” apparently the single from Slowdive’s self-titled album, its first in 27 years, the chugging riff quietens to background chugging with a cooing vocal reprise, it slows, it calms, it slows . . . then wham, we’re back in the thick of the muddy, reverberating riff. It feels like the holding of breath, then a sighing release.