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My reviews are terrible, I've never been good with words. Sorry for that. Obviously I am a point whore, but to be fair I have added a quite a bit of track lengths to albums here and there...Obviously from downloaded copies of said albums...
The older I get, the less special music becomes. I've witnessed many bands come and go, had many favorite's fall from grace. I now dislike some of what I once enjoyed.
I'm not certain I even enjoy music anymore. I certainly do not get exited about new albums that merely linger in my downloads folder for months on end. Maybe someday I will navigate through the barrage of albums on my ipod to find the 'needle in the haystack'. Maybe not.
I no longer spend hours and hours listening to album after album, doing nothing else but listening, as I once did, savoring every moment of it. Is it possible that I have listened to music so much, that formulas once praised now seem stale?
How did it come to this?