A couple of years ago, the people I work for finally allowed us to have mp3 players on the job. An enormous improvement over the previous policy which was that we could listen to the presses run. After you've listened to that for seven or eight years, I can assure you that the are no further subtleties to coax from the din. (Though I must admit that it was better than the place I worked before where the morning was the modern country station, and the afternoon was the modern rock. That job was a special kind of hell).
So, that gave me roughly 35 hours a week to fill.
About this same time, I discovered the wonders of mp3 blogs. Before this, I'd buy what I needed, or Soulseeked what I couldn't find, but upon learning of this seemingly infinite array of everything I could think of, every album I'd seen in a recka sto that had piqued my curiosity (but not enough to drop fifteen bucks) . . . the temptation was too great. And I had time to experiment.
That is what this is about: the impetus, the discoveries, the reactions. The compulsions that fill my days with sound.
