My younger brothers used to be this guy. They weren’t music Nazis, really. More … so sui generis from jumpstreet. No one’s tastes ever change. What drives them is the same as it ever was, just more refined and focused and specific. It took them some time to start running across more of the things they were always temperamentally disposed toward. Days like today, I wish they were messing with Last.fm so I could razz ’em about what they were listening to for pleasure, not what they had to play in their radio/club gigs.
Much better mood today. Give me a window to look out of and realize it’s raining. Chinese food (on Christmas at the only open place for blocks and blocks. Show me empty streets, an even cheerier sight than the skating rink by the library that had a few forlorn clumps of people under umbrellas, figuring out whether it was open or not. Let me stumble across a previously-unread Kelley Polar interview. Let me luck into a relatively short grocery store line before its early closing time and stumble across a nice chardonnay recommendation.