Wandering Alone
At last, back from my epic voyage, I have returned to the land of unpredictable weather and distinctively predictable familiarity, and so am able once more to choose the music that I listen to as well as when and how I listen. What did I learn in my (socially and musically) unaccompanied journey? A lot about art and European history, to be sure, but also that travelling sans audio is an experiment I do not wish to repeat.
After approximately a fortnight I was starting to feel the absence keenly, and by week three had begun to hum to myself on a semi-regular basis. during the fourth (and thankfully final) week, I found myself singing aloud in public places. Fortuitously, since there was no one around that I knew, this tendency will remain private unless I am foolish enough to publish my experiences in some public forum: a weblog, say.
So, dear reader, what did I fall upon on my return to self-determination? Why, a new album by a much loved band, of course. Not long before my tour began, I learned that, after a five year gap, a new record had been released by The Shins. D’you know ‘em? You have to hear this one song; it’ll change your life, I swear.
So I’ve spent the last week or so exploring my music library: it seems to have changed in my absence, filling up with great songs that I haven’t listened to for at least a month. I do keep finding myself drawn to Port of Morrow, though: for me, it’s an excellent sweet-spot between the familiar sound of a band I love and the joy of music discovery that I wrote about way back in my second post. In fact, I think I’ll go and listen to it now.
Until the next time, stay safe.
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