I choo-choo-choose you!

It wasn’t long ago when I decided there was nothing good about Thom Yorke’s songwriting post Kid A. Aside from lyrics I couldn’t comprehend even if I tried, there were irregular blips and beeps coupled with keyboards and guitars mashed together in what passed as a song to him. These songs earned an automatic skip for me on recent Radiohead albums. I had no intention of checking out his new solo album (pressing a few buttons to download it would’ve been too much effort) but I gave it a listen after someone gave it to me. As a whole, it’s no keeper but I actually liked a few songs enough to listen to them more than twice. Then it led me to wonder why I get into certain types of music at certain times. I go through phases, I know that; listen to the same song/album/genre long enough you get tired of it. I just wonder why I can go from singer-songwriter to samba to alternative and then jazz for no reason.

Two quotes keep ringing in my head concerning this: “You don’t choose music; music chooses you,” and “I found it [the music] at the right time.” The first is from music critic Lester Bangs in the movie Almost Famous and the second from my buddy Eric. Both make sense, I just wish I didn’t waste space on my hard drive hoping music will choose me a few months from now.