Posts Tagged The Postal Service
Friday night is the most magical night of the week, I mean they only happen once every seven days. They mark the end of the work week when everyone wants to get out the house and blow off some stress and create some havoc. Many flock to their local watering holes and get assaulted by soulless dance pop. I can see the pain on people’s faces who enjoy real music. They are usually twisted in horror and shame for dancing to a Katy Perry song. I’ve even seen a couple of indie rock chicks stop at the end of a particularly bad song to start miming blowing each others brains out in a last-ditch effort to stop the pain.
I’m going through djing withdrawals again. I’ve started jonesing and getting the shakes. Lately, I’ve been falling into the spacey fantastic world of electro pop. Its great to dance to, relax to, and even better to study to.The other bizarre thing I find when I am on an electro pop binge is that it makes life feel like a movie. Everything is kinda special and unearthly. What it does is create a soundtrack to life, which is something special.
I know that rating favorite albums or songs can be a childish and silly endeavor because when it all boils down the only thing that matters is that you love what you are listening to. Although, sometimes I think it can be a useful tool to get your thoughts and feelings straight on an album. Trying to pick a favorite song is a fickle thing. Favorite songs seem to change with the day, mood, season, weather, and attitude towards life so why bother?
Last week my girlfriend was perusing through my collection of vinyl and as she made her way through, the small yet diverse collection, she started to place albums aside that she would like to have copies of. At the time getting her a copy of the chosen didn’t seem like a very big project, because I had assumed that I had digital copies of all, if not most, of them.