Yeah, this is it. I acquired all of one album in the last month: Sondre Lerche's newest, self-titled album, which I wrote about the other day. The long and short of it was, like a number of 2011 records I've heard lately, it's a fine album but it's not addicting. In fact I haven't really heard anything addicting in a long, long time. Is it me?
Music got away from me this month. I blinked and June was over. I was too busy working my tail off at the office, chasing after my kid, watching tennis, and in my spare alone time watching The Killing in a few marathon sessions. I think it's a combination of that dreary show and my lack of serious music listening that makes me feel like June was a kind of a lost month. A mildly depressing month.
I'm tempted to say I'm in a listening slump, but that implies that I've been trying to listen to music but failing. Until just a couple of days ago, that really hasn't been the case. Frankly I just haven't had time for music. That sounds like a really strange, wrong-headed thing to say! But the fact is that my listening time has been severely curtailed of late, and when I have put on music—during my walk to work, for instance—it's been an aimless shuffle of recent acquisitions and a bunch of ambient tracks, coincidentally all that happens to be loaded on my iPhone. (Is it possible that my current funk is related to the fact that my iPod has reached capacity and, since I can't put anything new on it, I don't use it?)
At any rate I find myself in a mood. I feel frustrated with music. Or, rather, with the music I'm managing to hear. I feel like most of the channels I've previously relied upon to point me to new music have been leading me astray lately; and though I wish it weren't the case, the truth is that I don't dig through the proverbial slush pile the way I used to. I'm looking for the next epiphany, not sure when or where I'll find it.