What if material objects like CDs had expiration dates like bread or canned food? Would we still want to buy as much as we do? As I’ve considered the logistics behind downsizing a box of CDs I’ve grown out of appreciation for, I realized that those CDs have passed their expiration date, except instead of growing mold or botulism, they grew out of favor. They’re not bad albums, just ones I don’t care to own.
I drew this first draft in about three minutes. That’s about as long as the song “Oh Mama” by Run the Jewels. I did this for a contest in ENDLESS WAR based on the positive feedback I received on other pictures I’ve done in the past for their community. I wanted to take a different approach here. I wanted to do iterative speed paintings. The final draft isn’t substantially different other than colors and shapes.
I have 175 photos and one video from when I saw Arkona in 2019. A common criticism of amateur photographers like myself is that we take so many photos but never look at them and we take videos but never watch them. Well, my thirty-second video was a blast! Its audio shifts from channels to one randomly, twice, but until COVID-19 is a predictable virus that we can treat, photos like these will be my concert experiences.
For me, 2018 is the turning point where albums readjusted to the digital age. For materialistic listeners, we can easily afford and acquaint ourselves with CDs, records, and cassettes. For highlight listeners, it’s easier than ever to legally access just about any album we could think, at least in the top 100. Now we are the gatekeepers. If we like something, we can invest our time before we invest our money. The industry paywall guesswork is gone.
WANNA READ AN ESSAY ABOUT MY THOUGHTS ON ALBUMS AS A WHOLE IN 2018? THEN SEE MY LIST? UNLESS THE FEVER PITCH OF A DRAWING FEATURED HERE DOESN’T CLUE YOU IN TO MY TOP 15, OF COURSE! CLICK HERE TO KEEP ON READING!
I can’t have the one thing that best eases my nerves. Nor can I have the second, third, or fourth-place things to acquiesce that occasional itch that burns so deep within my psyche to drag me through the inner depths of psychology that can’t be cured through a leisurely day outside, hanging out with friends. When the sun and the sky mean nothing, that’s when it’s time to shift focus to the only valuable thing:
Since 2008, I’ve participated in a game of hearing as many albums released in that year as possible, and I’ve incorporated my own stipulations: no greatest hits albums with an unreleased song, no archival releases by posthumous musicians, and re-releases of albums officially released in another year don’t count. The complete list of the 104 albums I heard is over at my RateYourMusic account.