41 minutes, 20 seconds

Angeltheory
Transmission

Last night I was out with a group of friends, and talk turned to blogging--who's doing it, why they're doing it, and how much of a pain in the ass it is to do it. Now, I'm a little shy about my blog, especially around friends. I mean, many of them know I have one, but I haven't sent them the link to it or really even talked about its content with them. Partly because we don't share the same musical interests and I think they'd find the contents dull, but also because I'm not entirely sure I even want friends reading this. It's not that I get personal here or anything--although on rare occasions I suppose I do--but that I'm just not sure this blog is worth anyone's time, perhaps not even my own. Let's face it: I'm not exactly writing literature here.

And yet I persist. Part of it is the whole obsessive-compulsive thing. Maybe instead of curing my compulsion to listen to my CDs in descending order of total time, this blog has merely added another compulsion to the pile: the need to blog every day and meticulously catalog what I listen to. It's a variation on replacing one addiction with another--for example, the phenomenon of alcoholics replacing their need for alcohol with a need to go to AA meetings. Or the heroin addict's replacing his need for heroin with a need for methadone. In my case, I've replaced nothing. I've simply accumulated more. I'm an addiction pack rat. Good thing I have a fear of needles.

At any rate, last night I described this blog in detail to friends for the first time, and I think it's only a matter of time before they find it. I'm making that out to be a bigger deal than it probably is, but there was some felt value on my part to writing this more or less anonymously, to some unknown (and mostly imagined) audience out there. (A little like Robert De Niro's character in The King of Comedy.)

One friend in particular seems fascinated by the idea behind this blog, but I can't help thinking he'll be massively disappointed in what he actually finds here. Like a lot of creative endeavors (if that's what this is), the idea is way better than the execution.

But the idea's--and the execution's--days are (literally) numbered. Forty-one minutes, twenty seconds. Probably a little more than a month to go.

Also today:

41:20 Cocteau Twins, Treasure
41:19 Autopsia, The Berlin Requiem
41:19 Einstürzende Neubauten, Strategies Against Architecture
41:18 Suicide Commando, Love Breeds Suicide
41:17 Rukkanor, Requiem for K-141 Kursk
41:16 Dominion, Battleground
41:14 Autumn's Grey Solace, Shades of Grey
41:12 Calva y Nada, El Peste Perverso Lleva Mi Peluca
41:12 Hilmar Örn Hilmarsson & Sigur Rós, Englar Alheimsins
41:12 Stark, Wield