|A picture of the piano at Graceland. |
Just because. I went there once. It was neat.
And that's a good thing.
Because I'm not listening to anything.
It's not really by choice. I have bought music recently. I always buy my friend's new albums (most recently Adam Holmes and Wendy Colonna), and when David finds them around the house, he puts it on. But I haven't discovered anything lately on my own.
It's just like my music libido is gone.
I listen to talk radio. I read books. I read the newspaper. I read blogs. I write -- prose. I do play the piano and ukulele several times a week. But I haven't even opened iTunes in weeks, nor have unpacked the boxes of CDs that I put in storage before we moved to Scotland. Come to think of it, all my CDs may have been stolen along with our TV and booze and David's shoes. How would I know?
This isn't a proud moment for me.
So help me out here. I'm going to buy some new music. I am even going to attempt to listen to it.
What should it be?