Every once in a while I come upon a song that just floors me. Something about it just uppercuts me, knocks me out, and the feeling is bliss. Unfortunately, what follows is disaster. I drop everything and rush to find out the name of the song, and once I have it… it’s disgusting. I listen to the song over, and over, and over again – ad nauseum. Sometimes 10-20 times straight for a few days, until I eventually OD. At which point, I can not stand to hear even the bassline. I’ve lost my taste for a lot of great songs because of this awful habit and I’m now very wary of it, sometimes going cold-turkey from a song just so it doesn’t lose that buzz.
This sort of thing happens every few months. Last few hits I can recall were when DJ Lucky played “Debra Lewis – What You Gonna Do?” at his Slow Jams night. I ran to the stage and jotted down the title and label, only to buy it online that very night. Another time, DJ Slopoke was rocking Churchkey for Beer with Soul and then unleashed a “Crazy” cover by Booker T that I had to get that instant. I went home and listened to it until I puked, figuratively.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t careful, and at the moment, I do not have a taste for either song.
And here’s the news: just a little over an hour ago, I started listening to what I know will be a fantastic mix by DJ Cortez that he did for Wicked Jazz Sounds. Right away this mix is a head nodder and just what I need for this long and seemingly endless workday. The mix started off right, but I haven’t gotten passed the third song – the song that propelled me to write about this ‘music = drug’ addiction: Lynn Carey and Neil Merryweather’s “Five Days on the Trail”. I’m currently on listen number 5 or 6 and I’m not sure I’m going to stop anytime soon. I know it’s going to be bad for me, and I won’t be able to listen to it in the future. But the current me wants to feel this high.
The 45 Brains 