The Living Rockumentary

Anyone go to the Loren Weisman Electric Open Mic? I wanna go and have lots of fun playing Hendrix songs or Dylan or the Kinks or the Cure or the Smiths.

Today I spent some time with a book called "Do What You Are"--a career guide based on personality profiles. In any case, I am an Introverted Intuitive Perceptive Feeler. I think getting those wrong cards in the mail is the closest I'll ever come to being a CEO.

Hearing good new music this time of year seems to bring the spring on a little faster. the standard for me is winter/spring 1990, when, having just turned 17, many important things were converging. I was in love for the first time and it was an entirely new, unknown and great feeling. My radio dial changed from classic rock to alternative and so I suddenly didn't know 90% of the things I was hearing and the musical world was bigger and included people only a little older than me. And my brain was adjusting to the effects of acid and Hermann Hesse. Life went from "OK" to "Holy Crap" in the span of 2 months. Like whatever happened to Brian Wilson between The Party Album and Pet Sounds.
In any case, this time of year always makes me reflect on that magical period, and when I have a great new listening experience, it's forever remembered.
Today, driving home from work, it happened with, of all things, the Chain CD. I know I've heard those songs 100 times, but today, knowing it's now oficially a finished product, I fooled myself into clearing all prior experience with it, and I loved it. For me, the only thing I wish mastering hadn't done: tone down Tony's insane hollering in the Omnivore bridge.

Epilogue: by summer 1990, I knew true heartbreak and psychedelic burnout. And I was already sick of Depeche Mode's new single. Next. Bring on the particle board.
Particle Board: when you buy a cheap piece of wood-like furniture, it's often made of this. It's like wood particles, some how made into a solid.