Music is Love, it's Love, it's Love

I don't care about the "pop" "music" "scene" in the way that I used to. And I feel, I dunno, free.

Every mile-a-minute, verbal-gymnastical review I read in the Village Voice or wherever bores me to tears. I buy like 1 CD every 2 months and go to about 2 concerts a year. I was in Borders yesterday and none of the music magazines looked worth buying. Everything I looked through was all sound bites and quickie reviews of HOTT NU BANZ that I couldn't care less about. The only "music writing" I really want to ready is well-crafted, well-researched, non-full-of-made-up-words, long-ish, thoughtful essays. So I'll just keep reading the New Yorker.

So about the music: If it's not full of love, if it's not lasting and beautiful and true...to hell with it.

Maybe I feel this way because all I've been doing lately is playing music instead of writing about it. I'm exhausted from playing the drums about 6 days a week. It's a new feeling.

Oh! PS, Christianity Today on Weezer? I love it!
Oh, PS II, I'm writing a bio for Mill Pond Records!