Just as the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence there is always something new to wrap my willing ears around and get listening to.
For a while I had thought it was just that I have diverse musical tastes – and I do – but that was just a convenient lie. I realised that, during certain periods of my life, I was buying music for little more than status. I was a shopaholic for CDs.
I most often want a variety of music, as if listening to radio without a presenter.
I am currently bored to the back teeth of all of the music in my collection. This displeases me.
Context. This is nothing compared to millennia of subjugation. This is nothing compared to being treated as the property of other people in the society you are part of.
In the beginning there was music. It was little more than hairy little people banging sticks and rocks and the like together in order to create rhythms. It brought us together and it entertained us.
I no longer own a CD player, but I still had to buy a CD to rip it to my phone.