Why We Failed

If there is one thing I have learned this year, it’s that writing a music blog is hard when you aren’t listening to or making any music.

It’s been about a year now since I made the (archetypal, emblematic, classic…? no, I’ve got it) stereotypical move to New York City from my humble Midwestern hometown in Wisconsin. For some reason that’s beyond me, I left music back there in ‘real’ America, too.

A life without new music isn’t so grim an existence, really. But something is missing – the thing that pulls together new experiences.

In the City of Giants, you lose the perspective that someone else’s emotions offer. Moments run together as if tethered to the anchor of reality and winding around in circles aimlessly in the current. Just because there is nothing objectively wrong with that doesn’t mean it’s not wrong – it just means that I am beyond my own understanding.

Maybe it has something to do with this city — with the density or all the unwhite noise. This is a place where the pleasantries you exchange with strangers mainly occur in your head. And yes, my fellow New Yorkers, that is not normal.

We need something to remind ourselves that the emotions of others are important, or at the very least, real — not some figment of an overanalyzed glare on the subway. But that they are all just as illogical, ugly, beautiful and fucking disgusting as our own.

That’s why I picked up the headphones again.
Or maybe its that my expensive pair of Austrian headsets broke, and I just stole my roomate’s old ones out of the bathroom.

Either way, we’re back. For good this time.
Even if that’s what I said the last time.

- By Bassey