..."excuse me, sir. Do you have soul?"...well that all depends...I've always loved that little exchange between Rob Gordon and a young customer in the film adaptation to Nick Hornby's book High Fidelity, it reminds me of some of the conversations I've had on here...hard to believe that we've circled the sun 365 times since I joined this thing but we have...a fekkin' year to the day...I've met a grip of great folks since I joined; brothers and sisters of the beat as it were...a righteous lot, if ever there was one...I've learned that inside each of us there's a punker, a goth, a classic rocker, an 80s nerd, a braced-up rudie, a jazz old-schooler, an avant gardian, a bluesman, an electronica tweaker, a hip hop head, a shit kickin' country boy, a shoe-gazin' emo geek, a DJ, a journalist, a provocateur and a talk show host...granted some of these aspects can be found more conspicuously in some than in others, it's all good, n'est pas?...variety is the spice of life...so to all of you, I say: keep diggin' through the crates, sharing your insights and spreading the love of good sounds (you're being read more often than you might think)...right on, son...
...the past year for me has been at times apocryphal and others too mundane to even talk about...a lot of both the incredible and underwhelming have transpired since I joined MOG and through electronic discussion (sometimes heated, sometimes not) I've met people as crazy about their tunage as I am and it was like an ontological breath of fresh air...feels good to know you're not alone...that there's folks who care about what they're listening to, so don't go changing; continue being champions...rock on...the muse that beats within is that one thing that nobody can get to or touch...it was warming to discover that those whose affinity for sounds I can respect and fully absorb, will always be around somewhere...be it online...or walking around in the streets of cities and towns all over the globe...that, having gone through a long day, there's someone waiting to tell me all about a deep cut that I've either forgotten about or haven't heard and because of that fact, no matter where I go, as long as there's a song worth listening to being played on a speaker somewhere, I'll always see your faces...and it's comforting to know...such a great comfort...to know...that a place like this is around...
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