As I’ve been sitting upon my very comfortable sofa, wearing baggy cargo pants, sipping on a sugar-free orange squash and trying to force the next thousand words of a short story out, I thought I’d break the silence by popping on the radio. Straight to 6 Music, I can’t stand the vacuous turds on Radio One so I turn onto 6 Music every time. It’s basically got all the DJs on from Radio One in the 90s, when I used to enjoy it. Steve Lamacq is on, as he usually is at this time, and it’s Round Table time. I’ve been listening to it for the last half an hour and I haven’t heard anything on it that I can remember. Nothing whatsoever that tickles my music love gland. Even the Springsteen track was utterly forgettable. I’ve noticed this trait a lot recently. This time last year, I was consuming music like the Cookie Monster at a McVities factory. Loads of things were tickling my fancy and inspiring me. This year however, almost nothing I’ve heard, I’ve remembered. I know we’re only three and a half weeks in but I can think of one track.
The more I think about this, the more I’m coming to realise that this isn’t the fault necessarily of the output of the so-called “industry,” quite the contrary, I think it’s me. Call it fatigue, call it listener’s block, call it what you will but my brain doesn’t seem to want to have anything new put into it. That’s quite sad and distressing for me. It may also be more to do with the fact that I just don’t get as much time as I did to sit and listen to new music. That’s also sad. I used to walk to work, that gave me an hour or so a day of unfettered music consumption. I used to listen to music at work, now I can’t. I used to go to the pub a lot and hear new stuff there, hang about with mates who would swap new bands with me, but we all grew up and got jobs and stuff.
The solution? I don’t think it’s a case of forcing myself to listen to more music, no. It’s definitely a case however of making myself make time to be able to enjoy music more. I’m going to watch less mindless TV I think as well. That way, I’m less likely to hear another fawning, lick-spittle account of how bloody Adele has broken the record for the amount of bloody vowels used in a bloody demo tape or whatever she’s done.
This is the tune I mentioned earlier, it’s ace:
What have you heard recently that has inspired you?