Who is going to read this? Probably just me. I get a kick out of my own writing. Some day I’ll show my mom, and it will be like declassifying the top secret memos of my cryptic adolescence. I’ll just go on trying to describe things that don’t come across very well with words and that don’t seem to relate from one person to the next. If I’ve ever tried to convey my experiences with some really interesting (to me) record it always falls flat. Sure I have some intense feelings or imagery about it, but the words I come up with can never build the significance and the other person can’t possibly get it the same way I did. An interpretation of art (notice how I didn’t say music, because you might inappropriately include corporate top 40) is unique to every person’s background and tastes. Continue reading →