I keep fidgeting. I am finding it very hard to concentrate on my work. I also have a horrible feeling deep inside that a part of me is missing - I feel unfulfilled.
The all to frequent power of brilliant live music on my ears is only serving to fuel my longing. The constant talk of new bands and new sounds, again, only serves to send me deeper into a state of obsessive desire.
It feels like forever since I picked up a fresh, exciting new record. I've bought a few bits and pieces - The other day I 'exposed' my ears to The Jesus And Mary Chain but unfortunately, funds would only allow me a 7" taster which simply was not enough of their bassy, grungy new wave sounds to satisfy my needs.
The other month I enjoyed Cabaret Voltaires set recorded live at the Hacienda in the 80s, but, although it grabbed my attention, the heavy kick sounds, ambient sound scapes and hurried vocals failed to carry me away completely.
I have consulted a doctor, a doctor of music, and it seems the only cure for this type of problem is to dig deeper into record collections, to forcibly expose my ears to new music and to leave no cut unplayed and hopefully, for a short while, my sonic needs will be met.
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