Amen, Nick, Amen...
Keeping in touch with the things that help us feel alive – music, books, movies, even the theatre, if, mysteriously, you are that way inclined – becomes a battle, and one that many of us lose, as we get older; I don't think enough of our cultural pundits, people who write about that stuff for a living, fully understand this. It's one thing to have an opinion on Little Boots remixes if you earn your living hanging about in cyberspace; quite another if you're a full-time teacher with three kids.(source)
I'm begging you all to read this, today. I should put this up on my other site, too; in fact, I will cross post it, maybe with my other favorite quote from the article. Because those of you who know me well know that I live for the music I listen to every day. That I can define my life by the songs I'm listening to, and the artists I'm buying, and the playlists I make in my iTunes.
Plus, this is Nick Hornby saying this, and it was one of his books that inspired my other website, so, obviously, this is gospel to me.
Labels: life, musical thoughts, OANS
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If Nick Hornby does a signing anywhere near me, I am taking off work to go to it.
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