Unwicked

The last few months have found me more immersed in music than I have been in two decades. One key reason is that I have much more time on my hands than I have had at any time during that stretch. I’m not dating, I don’t watch TV, and I have grown increasingly bored with movies. I have also been very lucky. With only one or two exceptions, I seem incapable of selecting bad acts to see.

I live in what seems to be the nexus of Musical Wickedness. I know about as certain as there is marrow in my bones that some of the artists I am following will be well-known and respected acts in the years to come. They might be toiling in obscurity now, but given the right mixture of luck, timing, and material, I don’t see what can stand in the way of success. The trick is in sticking with it. DON’T GIVE UP!, I would tell them. I want others to hear what I’ve been hearing.

The music I’ve been hearing lately has left me feeling like I’ve just received a beatification. I feel blessed. There have been performances that have so blissed me out that I couldn’t feel the footfall as I walked. I don’t exaggerate. This is my buzz, my drug.

For some info about who is responsible for putting me in this condition, take a look at my Flickr account and my new MySpace profile. The culprits can be found there.