How my use of music has changed though the decades but it’s
been the constant heartbeat of my life.
I feel dead without the beats.
Now it’s such a perplexingly musically rich environment,
soundclould mixes I can’t keep up with (check out the playlists) and I keep buying
tunes, yes - spending currency on it cause the artist need the thanks for they
joy they bring me(!), at a rate that if it was vinyl I’d need so many storage
units (just have the one!)
Still occasionally spin the vinyl, whack on a CD for
nostalgia, but mainly albums. Do people listen to them now? Can one tune
transport you back through the ages like an hour of the emotional
roller-coaster of screamadelica? Perhaps
so, everything speeding up now but I like the go-slow sometimes.
But the constant need for a new beat has also never gone, so easy now to consume and the joy of a mix with fresh tunes is still exhilarating. I love my musical journeys, not knowing where they will take me and when I curate the music to the mood in my soul; I feel more alive, vivid, in the flow of the miracle of living. It’s pure magic.
