Hmm. Today feels like a significant day for some reason? I don’t know why I’m getting that impression. It’s just a normal Saturday, after all. Maybe because it finally feels like spring is here: the trees are growing, the buds are blooming, herbs are sprouting, and grass covers the high hills around here. To be blunt: it fucking rules. And we’ve got the perfect soundtrack to get the joint hoppin’. Rise and grind and check it out below:
I’m listening to Agalloch. That is all.
“Ein Bier… bitte.”
So, I was looking back at my year-end post from 2017 the other day, and I had to laugh. As you may recall, I opened said post with a little self-pat-on-the-back for finally making good on my pipe dream of taking in less music. (I listened to 165-170 albums over the course of the year, which is still a shit-ton, but it was down significantly from years’ past.)
Well, my count this year will make that one blush. As of this moment, my “2018” folder on Spotify – the place I archived playlists for all the albums I really sat down with and took time to enjoy – consists of just 91 playlists. And that’s from albums across all genres, not just metal. Continue reading
What does music do for you?
In the end, it’s the only question that matters. An admittedly hard question to hear, what with the screaming of every opinion in every corner of the internet, but in the end when you step away from the noise and muck of screen shouting and scene guarding it’s your opinion in the end. Every year that I’ve written an end of year list for Nine Circles it’s been a variation of the same theme: when we write about music, we’re writing about ourselves. What matters is what the music does to you, and only for you.
But what’s the point, if you’re really only writing for yourself? Continue reading