Sublime music.

I realized something today. I, like anyone else, listen to music that I like. Every day. I don't bother with the stuff I've already decided is crap. I listen to it all the time, marveling at all of the great riffs and rhythm sections coupled with vocal sections like a kid in a candy store. It just doesn't get old. And then, all of a sudden.... it does. I don't think of it as a tendency to over listen and make things boring for myself, I think of it as simply my instinct to enjoy something over and over until it loses me, because that's just how I work. In that sense, I don't try to stop it.

But I also have another instinct. Anyone who's ever asked me what my favorite band is, I always explain to them that there are bands that I love right now and am really into, and bands I will always love no matter what trends my crazy little mind goes through. But I've found that there's sort of... a third category that seems to transcend everything. A band that goes in this category is very rare, and in my eyes, has something that they should be proud of. This category is that of music that moves me in the deepest way possible, which leads me to what I intended on saying upon opening this old blog back up. The music that moves me the most, the music I could call sublime, I rarely listen to. Almost never, actually. I call it another instinct. Besides the one that wants so badly to listen to great music over and over again until it tires itself out, there is another more conservative one. One that wants to keep the music I find the most moving sacred. I mean, it is, of course, amazing music, but there's something deep inside me that tells me not to listen to it unless I'm in the perfect mood and can really enjoy it to its full potential.

The album on my background is an example of such an album.