I really loved this album, 100 Lovers by DeVotchka. Highly recommended.
I have been aware of this band for a little while, and they're a very interesting outfit. It's fair to say I have been struggling with finding new music, or music I have been really inspired by. I generally still end up listening to 'Rumours'. It is entirely possible I haven't been trying hard enough, but this, your mid-twenties, is the age when an inherent mistrust in modern music is born. Your mind hardens and you tire of trying to keep up with current trends, as your friends are no longer trying to either. Plus, Justin Bieber and Ke$ha exist. Enough said.
But music has a weird effect on me and aside from bands and albums I cherish, and the few universally acknowledged as timeless by the Western world (answers on a postcard), it's impossible to keep still musically, because artistry changes as rapidly as your tastes, moods and the atmospheric fluctuations causing weather.
An album I loved while reviewing, I might then never listen to again. In the aftermath of watching Juno, I thought Kimya Dawson was a goddess. Now I cannot bear hear soft, twee voice. But I would still crank up Buddy Holly's trembling tones.
Weezer are on tour. I have saddened myself by not buying a ticket. They were the one band left on my list of bands I have to see before I am allowed to die, and I am not going to see them. This is partly due to a complete hatred of their past two albums. And maybe a newborn desire to live out a more decent lifespan, instead of my intended joing of The 27 Club.
But what upsets me most of all is that no band has taken their place as a 'must-see'. There are a few bands I would love to see, if the opportunity arose: I was lucky enough to see the Decemberists just a few nights ago.
But I have nothing left to live for without this goal, and nothing to die for either. How annoying.
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