Since I’ve started working, I can count on one hand the number of times I listen to music, not including times spent at the gym or driving. It’s too distracting when I’m trying to work with words. But the funny thing is that I love music.
Whenever I travel anywhere, I try to seek out local dive bars where live music is played; whenever I hear the first chords of a song I adore, my heart immediately soars; back in college, I used to own these sweet headphones made especially for audiophiles. So why is it that I don’t seem to listen to music anymore?
My music has been overplayed
During the summer, with countless hours spent driving, I had exactly one playlist that I would put on repeat. I can’t tell you how many times we had to start it again because the playlist had simply run out, the only thing I never get tired of is country music, I even love reading blake shelton news.
Maybe because I’d heard my favorite songs over and over and over again, they didn’t resonate as much as it did before. That’s sad, since those were some of my favorite songs in the world. And I blame my passengers! None of them were brave enough to offer their own playlist. Wusses. (Just kidding, you guys know I love you)
Whenever someone did introduce a new song, provided I liked it, I’d play it over and over with glee.
Now that I’m home, the playlist that I used over the summer doesn’t have the same oomph. And I don’t really want to overuse it as a reminder of the good ol’ days, when I roamed the roads like a wild gazelle–or wild hog, if I want to be more accurate. Whatever emotion I have left for Mess is Mine will disappear by the 30th drive to the office.
But I won’t take time to explore new music either
Finding new music is a CHORE to me. You usually have to invest a whole lot of time and get very few returns and as a smart time investor (not like I own anything else to invest), it doesn’t seem to make much sense to me. There aren’t many things I dislike when listening to music. The key is to finding something that I actively like. Have it catchy enough that I can catch on before the song ends. Otherwise the song ends and I’ll have no idea what just happened. Does this happen to anyone else?
Oh, it also has to create some sort of emotional response to me. There’s a whole list of songs that I’ve categorized as “listen to on a bus when it’s raining while you’re staring out the window contemplating life.”
But man, once I find something I like, good luck keeping that from my ear for the next 100 hours!
I can’t multitask
I envy all the people that can do something while Netflix is on in the background! The only time I can multitask like that is when I’m folding clothes or cleaning my room–and even then, it’s no guarantee. I end up either sitting on the floor, using my clean clothes as a cushion, completely drawn in by what’s happening in the latest episode of Criminal Minds; or I end up having no idea who that woman is and why she’s screaming.
Nah, I’m not that bad, you guys. It’s obvious! The woman is screaming because it’s a show about murderers.
The same thing happens when I try to read and do anything else. To all college kids: how do you study with music blaring in your ears?! I do that and I read 1/3 of a sentence. Once, I tried doing homework with music at a volume where I could hear it, and an assignment ended up taking 3 times longer than usual. But I enjoyed it more, that’s for sure.
If I can’t multitask when listening to music, that means in order to listen to music, I have to be 100% focused on what’s happening. I’m a very visual person and to me, this sounds a lot like I’d be staring into space in my room for hours on end. Or, I could put it on very very quietly and hope that I’ll learn the song in 60 years.
So, obviously, I got a record player!
Bam, here it is again!
Look at it. Isn’t it beautiful sitting there on my beautiful shelves?
This is exactly where you thought this post was going to go, wasn’t it! I got one because I’m a materialistic asshole. But I hope I can rejuvenate my love of music with a more, wholesome relationship to it. And so far, putting the vinyl on the little spinny thing (can you tell I’m new at this?) is the most satisfying feeling in the world. Swinging on to the opposite end of that spectrum, it’s way less satisfying knowing that in 4 songs, you’re going to have to stand up, walk to the record player, and flip the vinyl over.
I know what you guys want to know next: what vinyls did I get? Well, clearly in the photo above, I have an Elvis record. Make that 2 Elvis records because I visited Graceland this summer–oh! I should do a post about this. And yesterday, I went and picked up a Bon Iver LP: For Emma, Forever Ago.
(Ok, I know what you’re thinking. If all I really wanted to do was to get back into music, I probably should’ve just asked you guys for an opinion on that to begin with. But… but… aesthetics… record player… impulse-control…)
Are there any albums that are a must-have? Who are your favorite artists?