Too much of a good thing?

I'm wondering what's really precious nowadays.

I'm listening to some music that I downloaded just now, and it bothers me a bit that stuff is so accessible. When I was younger, the whole business of saving up money and going to the record store to buy an album, then treating it really carefully, looking at the album cover and so on was so special. Albums really were special. Now I have so much music that I don't know what to do with it. I have a 250 gig hard drive, and there's all kinds of obscure music on there apart from the classic stuff - music I'd never have bothered to listen to, let alone buy. Yet I have it, witing for the whim when I'll actually listen to it.

When I was a kid I had albums I'd listen to over and over again. I'd play them till they wore out, because they were important to me and precious. It's an irony that I probably listen to music less now that I have more of it.

And the quality of music is changing, I think. Who's actually making any really important music nowadays? Is anyone at all? I mean, when did I last discover some new music I really like? Yet here I am in Austin, the live music capital of the world, and music isn't that important to me.

I dunno. Maybe I'm just being weird...

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I decided today that I was goimg to open out more in this blog. I've done the slf centered thing - the narcissism kick. It's been interesting, but now it's time to move on. I was doing my "morning pages" ths morning, and I noticed an internal Me who's the spontaneous, "let's do something" guy, rather than the observer. It was interesting, noticing him. I thought about him and the way he sometimes speaks and sometimes doesn't. It was interesting to note that it's him that maybe has the real control over what I do. It's like he's the "real" me.

But I digress, and slipped straight back into narcissit mode, didn't I?

But I find it interesting to study me. Not that I'm brilliant, particularly; but more that I find the whole business of identity, personality and being to be outrageously peculiar. And why not observe my own self, seeing as I'm the nearest?

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Listening to Bob Dylan and a track called Subterranean Homesick Blues

I looked for it online, found it, downloaded it, and then played it. Somehow it seems a shame I can do that so easily. And then there's just so much music out there to find and listen to. So much film, so many words and books and stuff, that it makes you wonder what is really precious at all now.

Maybe it's a good thing, I don't know.