Wearing my Music on my sleeve

I love the way you can build up a better picture of somebody by scanning their cd collection than if you spent an hour talking to them. You see their life history charted in aged cds. You see their informative teenage years spanned out in rebelious music, highlights of significant and meaningful relationships mapped out in cd-sized postcards of the psyche, those which otherwise don’t fit the trend. You can tell if they’re conformist or have an underlying rebelious streak, whether they’re a sheep or intrepid musical explorer.

An entire morning in Jersey was spent idling through selected tracks from someone else’s cd collection. It’s always good for the soul to see where someone else’s musical tastes coincide with yours, as you draw a musical Venn diagram in your mind (with nice, pretty, vivid colours, never clashing in my case). It’s comforting and reassuring, and it can take you down lanes to memories you’d otherwise forgotten were off the regular paths.
I’m adding a musical links list down the side at the moment. It’s got the appalling title ‘X-generation’, not for any good reason, it’s just that I haven’t yet stopped the Links lists coming out alphabetically. I want to be honest. I want to add stuff without prejudice (Chesney Hawkes just missed the grade), but all the time a voice is looking at the list objectively and telling me what other people will think of me. So there it is, down there, pay it a visit and you’ll find out more about me than you ever could reading all of these posts>>>