Well here it is. My perfect Saturday morning.
I wake up a little early. Oh well. It's an overcast six a.m. and I could go back to bed if I tried, but I'm compelled to take advantage of an early start. And so I toast up a bagel and sit at my desk and turn on the monitors. My roommate gets up and leaves for work and I turn up the volume and watch the rest of Cloverfield. Not as good as I remembered, but it's got sentimental value in the way Snakes on a Plane has sentimental value. Then I open Zune and start the first album, Drew Danburry's "This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak for the Club."
What I'm doing is reviewing these CD's. I'm giving them scores (4 out of 5, etc.) and little blurbs ("Somewhere between the sound of Piebald and Bright Eyes") and then a list of tracks that I liked (I Liked: "The Trouble Hunters"). I do this for about twenty CD's. I do this for about four hours because I prefer to actually listen to as many of the tracks as possible. I don't listen to each one all the way through and I will sometimes give up on an album if too many of the first tracks are poor (I'm talking about you, Three Second Kiss). I burn all the tracks to my computer and have them organized in weekly playlists, keeping a record of what I've been listening to. This is all new or recently-released indie music destined for play on Natalie's radio show "Left of the Dial" from KRCB out of Rohnert Park. 91 FM is the station, I think. I've honestly never listened to the show and I'm basing all of my reviews off personal opinion and what I consider a good ear for stuff "that the mass media would likely enjoy." You can quote me on that.
My Saturday morning is still in progress. I'm planning on posting all the little review blurbs I wrote (and then probably also the other ones I've saved, too). I don't know why. I guess in case the world ends, there might be some record of what I was doing with my life when I passed. Future generations of the survivors could want to study what life had been like in the year 2008. Or whatever. Does it matter?
I wake up a little early. Oh well. It's an overcast six a.m. and I could go back to bed if I tried, but I'm compelled to take advantage of an early start. And so I toast up a bagel and sit at my desk and turn on the monitors. My roommate gets up and leaves for work and I turn up the volume and watch the rest of Cloverfield. Not as good as I remembered, but it's got sentimental value in the way Snakes on a Plane has sentimental value. Then I open Zune and start the first album, Drew Danburry's "This Could Mean Trouble, You Don't Speak for the Club."
What I'm doing is reviewing these CD's. I'm giving them scores (4 out of 5, etc.) and little blurbs ("Somewhere between the sound of Piebald and Bright Eyes") and then a list of tracks that I liked (I Liked: "The Trouble Hunters"). I do this for about twenty CD's. I do this for about four hours because I prefer to actually listen to as many of the tracks as possible. I don't listen to each one all the way through and I will sometimes give up on an album if too many of the first tracks are poor (I'm talking about you, Three Second Kiss). I burn all the tracks to my computer and have them organized in weekly playlists, keeping a record of what I've been listening to. This is all new or recently-released indie music destined for play on Natalie's radio show "Left of the Dial" from KRCB out of Rohnert Park. 91 FM is the station, I think. I've honestly never listened to the show and I'm basing all of my reviews off personal opinion and what I consider a good ear for stuff "that the mass media would likely enjoy." You can quote me on that.
My Saturday morning is still in progress. I'm planning on posting all the little review blurbs I wrote (and then probably also the other ones I've saved, too). I don't know why. I guess in case the world ends, there might be some record of what I was doing with my life when I passed. Future generations of the survivors could want to study what life had been like in the year 2008. Or whatever. Does it matter?
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