So I just read the following two articles by an artist/musician by the name of Momus.

Ubiquity is the abyss
Hell is other people’s music

In a nut shell, he’s worried because music has been invading every aspect of our modern lives and he’d like a little silence once in a while in an attempt to make music special again. And I agree. In principle, at least. Anything is made more special by its absence. By its rarity. Particularly something as beautiful as art. As music.

On the other hand, it’s sort of a funny little bit of nostalgia, no? A little bit like pining away for the good old days. Sure, a long time ago, in some other culture, we as a people were quiet. But those days are gone. And I doubt we can go back. Is that necessarily a bad thing? Or, more to the point, given that you can’t go back, what are you going to do to change the here and and now? The here and now can only be changed by your actions, by your choices. By, to put not too fine a point on it, turning off your own music.

After all, the only way you can change such large social systems as the music industry or Madison Avenue is by not paying attention to it. Once you stop paying attention to it, it changes to your will.

But I didn’t really want to talk about any of that. What I really wanted to talk about was the fact that I moved over the weekend. But now I’m feeling way too tired to talk about it. Exhausted, truth be told. And I can’t wait to get things squared away.

Keep your calendars open for the house warming party.