I have been mentally/emotionally/creatively constipated. That's how it feels anyway. My projects have been mostly domestic as of late and don't require constant tending. Routine and I have never been on the best of terms, except perhaps in the gym where I believe fervently in the amazing power of consistency, and even there lately the returns on investment have been poor. The weather will change.
Lately I have been enjoying a few songs:
54-46 was my number by Toots and the Maytals
Good Time by Alan Jackson
Paper Planes by MIA (can't go too far wrong sampling Straight to Hell by the Clash)
Mojo Box by Southern Culture on the Skids
My music habits as of late have tended toward songs rather than albums, in part due to the Jukebox in my favorite bar, and in part because of Itunes. Listening to so many singles has perhaps made me a bit impatient with songs that lack strong hooks. I've also been hearing the latest hip-hop singles at the new gym where that tends to be the radio of choice. It is a vast improvement over the music at the previous gym. Sometimes the latest popular rock songs are on and I find them to be no fun at all. Melodramatic, pointlessly angry, the same boring sorts of structures and chord progressions. No fun. The hip-hop on the other hand rarely fails to sound like a good time. Many of the songs have strong hooks and some approach structure in interesting ways. Hence the MIA tune, and a few others I recognize but don't know the names of.
I have also enjoyed hanging out with old friends the last three weekends. Thanks friends.
