Remember when you knew the lyrics to every song on an album? Every vocal nuance, every melodic twist and turn. Even guitar solos could be hummed along with and odd time signatures would throw no wrenches into your flow.
But what I don’t remember is the last album I memorized front to back. I don’t remember the last album I truly, hopelessly, fell in love with. Is it that I’m overwhelmed? Too much music to process? Spotify, Facebook, Tumblr, YouTube…there’s no shortage of places to discover music…and yet I couldn’t feel any more detached from it; A sad irony of the digital age or just the natural progression from hungry youth to (dis)content middle age?
I really don’t want to know the answer to that. I think I’ll lock myself in my living room this week and only listen to vinyl. There are songs to commit to memory and albums to fall in love with.