I'm 22 years old after Friday. Today, I continue the long road to 23. Not that really shitty movie with Jim Carrey, but the age when you are completely on your own with no health and dental, graduated and starting into the mirror with a, "What the fuck do I do now?" look on your face.
But as I sit on the balcony typing this, while Fay pours on my car to rust it over more than it already is, I have a lot to think about, and appreciate. So this thought drives down the left lane of this post.
In the right lane, I've been listening to a lot of older music lately. Wait, not exactly older, but let's narrow it down to albums I gave a few listens to and then decided to take out another day. "Those albums." The ones I took off a friends iPod to give a listen because I "heard good things" about or it "makes a statement about the music that came after." This is my ride in the right lane of thought.
So, now I look up, and there's a left lane ends into a one lane road sign. And here we go.
This summer has been a long adventure of going places unexpected. And I can honestly say that I haven't picked up on a lot of newer artists as a soundtrack to that adventure. I've been re-examining the ones that matter to me as a music critic. Figuring out what other critics are talking about, and possibly why I completely disagree or more than agree with their thought process. I've always done this, just more so lately than usual. I'm not sure I've I'm reaching that boredom point with music lately, or nothing has really grabbed my ear that I overheard or reviewed this summer.
Like those elder albums that matter, I also thought long and hard about the friends and family in my life, and who I miss, and who's album I haven't heard in awhile. I also think about what's to come. I've been thinking about graduating with two freelance jobs (this one included), my stint at the radio and school paper-- still scratching my head about that move to Austin, and what albums I'll be listening to and are waiting to listen to this time next year (I'm more than specifically talking about you camp Glassjaw!).
I'm also in the midst of writing a novel. Half journalistic, half my insane thoughts on first listens and repeat visits to my favorite genre. That genre that had me in the basement of Hodges Hall on the LSU campus for four years giving everyone one an insane hour every Saturday afternoon for four years. I'm in the midst of writing about and interviewing the post-hardcore scene. It's not the completion of the project that worries me-- it's how well it will be received if someone actually publishes it.
This is my one lane of thought. Sometime within the year between YOUR one night of debauchery, just take a look at YOUR life. Look back and appreciate the elders who showed you something new. Think about the adventures on stage or on the floor. Keep being anxious for what is about to come. I promise it will all be unpredictable, but each note will connect itself to another movement that makes up the grand composition that is only part of a smaller triad.
I may be a bit worried, but it also means I'm anxious. I'm just anxious enough to try those albums and artists that I keep hearing about. I'm just anxious enough to attempt something with my life, even if sometimes I'll have to pick myself up. I'm just anxious enough to keep doing something so in a year I'll have some health and dental.
Stay anxious. I'll be back to talk about the industry next week. But for now, tonight, I interview Matt Pryor. This year is already starting off a blast.