Sometimes I get really sick of music and hate everything I listen to. This happens occasionally and is soon gotten over, but it's kind of a problem when you have a radio show to do. Bleh, music, bleh - that's where my head is right now. There is nothing good to play, I don't know any good music.
So you can imagine how my radio show went today. Even at my most inspired I put on a pretty sad show, but today it was a struggle to even stand up. I was floundering, I couldn't get any flow, I played some slow songs all in a row and got incredibly bored with everything.
You'd think I would be happy to be back in the studio this week - last week I had to do a live remote broadcast, which was unfun - I couldn't hear anything, couldn't tell how loud anything was, didn't have walls lined with CDs to pick from - I've had nightmares about similar situations.
But I wish I'd recorded last week's show. For all I know it was my best show yet. This week certainly wasn't any better.
(I'm listening to this week's show right now. I hope I never talk ever again.)
(Actually it doesn't sound that bad. It seemed bad while it was happening, though, really.)
Anyway. My whole point is that I'm experiencing musical malaise. Music annoys me - I do not want to be tapping my feet right now. Tell that to Sam Beam, though. The guy needs to be stopped. This shouldn't be legal:
How dare he intrude on my malaise with incredible awesomeness.
That whole label, in fact, that Sub Pop or whatever it is they're calling themselves - they should all be stopped. Let me be crotchety in peace!
