
(written on the subway, so don't mind the bumps)...I've always thought of my relationship with my music to be not unlike a long-running affair with a loyal lover, it's been there with me when the backstabbers were legion as well as when the times were flush, thick and thin...but sometimes, admittedly, I've felt like I've heard it all before (and I have, technically, at least everything in my iPod)...I've been through a Clash stint wherein "Know Your Rights" and "Car Jamming" went well with my coffee (I still say "Overpowered by Funk" is one of their most under-rated recordings)...back when I was a teen, I used to love waking up with a little Bob Marley and the Wailers, specifically, the Uprising album which starts with that acoustic guitar refrain and rolls on into "Coming in from the Cold" (this is probably the album that I turned my mom onto reggae with as I did it religiously for the whole of my junior year)...the names have blurred together over the years, I'll go through moods with playlist names like JoniMingusHendrixSmithsCashSelecterDMC... but again, there's times I only want to hear one particular act for days straight...like the time when all I wanted to hear were the Isley Brothers, specifically the stuff they cut during their funky-electric 70s phase...having grown up a bit since 1973 when the IBs dropped their 3 +3 album which held a funky-ass version of "Summer Breeze" which is still blowing through the jasmine of my mind...

...I'd like to think my musical tastes have become more refined, the internal taste-maker had gotten more adroit at selecting the platters that matter at the the drop of a hat but such is not the case...I just know what I like, I listen to the little DJ inside and when I want it, I go straight to it, like I'm about to do right now as I'm in the mood for a little rock but I'm also down with a little funk...say, "That Lady (Parts 1 & 2)" would fit the bill...as I'm also thinkin' of my lady...it's on like popcorn...
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