the little things

I have purposely cut back on the variety of music I make available to myself this month. This means I have less choice, which means I spend less time thinking about the choice, which in the end means more time with the music and a greater satisfaction with my choice. If you haven't done so, you should read this book by Barry Schwartz. Don't worry if you have to read in small sections to avoid getting a headache. Dude is way smart.

I still can't help but feel as if I'm missing out on something though. They haven't stopped making new music, thankfully. It just keeps coming, whether I listen or not. How will I ever take it all in? How can I be sure that while I'm listening to the rather mediocre Blakroc I'm not missing the next big thing, my next favorite record? Joanna Newsom's new triple LP has been out for weeks now and I haven't heard one note of it because I've been giving myself other listening assignments. Is this why they say the grass is always greener? Are there ever times when the grass looks as green as it can get right under my feet?

My life has been a scandal for a bit more than a year now. I've had relationship trouble, financial trouble, family trouble, car trouble and troubles of the soul. When will my grass be green again? Will my grass be green again? What does this have to do with music? I touched on this last week, but when I can slow down and take notice of the little things I start to understand that without them, there are no big things. Sure, I could be listening to hundreds of other records but instead I've really come to love Jackson Browne, "Who Knows Who Cares" by Local Natives and about half of the Broken Bells album. That's not nothing. They shouldn't be overlooked by obsessing with what's next.

The same can be said with the rest of my life. While on the subway Tuesday evening I had the time and space to ponder why it was so hard for me to ask for help trying to get my car to start. Why did that feel so humiliating? Taking the time to notice that feeling, to process it, helped me move on to the next thing. Perhaps it's a bit of a stretch as a comparison, but I've spent a lot of time with the six albums I set aside the last two weeks. I know them now and don't really have to question whether I should spend more time with them. It's okay to move on to something else.

So, the next thing will be Teen Dream (2010) by Beach House, Goo (1990) by Sonic Youth and The Campfire Headphase (2005) by Boards of Canada.

Zebra - Beach House

Disappearer - Sonic Youth

(If I could share a song it would be "Chromakey Democrat")

okay, three things at a time.

Last week I started a little experiment with the intention of making myself more familiar with the music I have collected. I decided I would choose three albums a week and listen to nothing but those three albums. I decided on Jackson Brown - Jackson Browne, Damien Jurado - Caught in the Trees and Local Natives - Gorilla Manor. Now, I will admit that I did not listen to these albums exclusively. I think that would have turned into punishment rather than enjoyment. So, I allowed myself to take breaks from those three albums and listen to other things, the rule being that the other things had to be albums I already knew inside and out. They ended up being things like Modest Mouse's The Moon and Antarctica, Coldplay's Parachutes, Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest, Mos Def & Talib Kweli's Black Star and Bjork's Homogenic.

I'm happy to report that this went well. I actually found myself wanting to listen to the three albums I had chosen more. The songs would get stuck in my head and I would choose to go back to them. And now I feel like I have a more intimate knowledge of all three albums. Success! So, I'll try it again this week. My selections are below.

I like to try and make these blog posts and my approach to music about more than just the music. As big as music is in my daily life, if I'm being honest I'll admit that this kind of stuff has no ultimate importance. I'd rather not squander all of my free time writing about things of no real meaning, regardless of how fun it might be. And I'd prefer not to waste your time either. But I think the way I have been approaching music this past week is a method that could be applied to several other facets of life.

We are consumers. We take and take and take, many times without knowing exactly what it is we're taking. Someone tells us that it's good, we believe them and we keep taking. We eat up albums, movies, books, news, gadgets, work and school assignments and often treat them as nothing more than tasks. I love me some technology. The Internet is brilliant. But let's not allow all of this accessibility to overtake us. Let's slow down. Enjoy a quiet evening or afternoon and make something ours, our own. Let's own things, make them a part of who we are (only if they fit, of course). Let's understand them. I grow a bit tired of feeling overwhelmed by all of the things being thrown at me and then I realize that a lot of the time, I'm reaching out to receive them instead of controlling how fast and furious I take things in. I've been reading Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird (yes, I'm still reading it). Her advice for aspiring authors is to practice observation skills. Practice noticing the small details of the people and things around you, then use those details in your stories. That seems like good life advice too. Get to know ourselves and our surroundings a bit better.

Here are this coming week's three albums of choice: Neil Young's self-titled solo debut from 1968 (the remasterd version, of course), The Black Keys/Damon Dash rock/rap mash up project from last year, Blakroc, and the new album from Danger Mouse and James Mercer of The Shins, Broken Bells.

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