In all the hubbub surrounding today's Halloween re-launch of The Riffage (cough, cough), I almost forgot that today is the highest and holiest of my Personal Musical High Holy Days: it was seven years ago today -- October 31, 2000 -- that I began keeping an musical diary, listing every album I listen to every day. This year alone, the diary (I'm filling my third notebook now) has traveled with me to Cancun and San Diego, CA. My current listening tally during this seven-year span stands at 7,548 albums, or almost three albums a day. Yes, I realize that this revelation could be used against me at, say, a mental competency hearing, but I don't care. How else would I know that there have only been four days this year where I didn't listen to an album? Or that on both March 29, 2006 and April 13, 2006, I set my personal record by listening to 13 records in one day? (A feat made all the more impressive by the fact that I was at work both of those days. Boss musta been out of the office... for a couple of weeks.)
As for today, I celebrated, as I do every Halloween, by listening to the album I first entered in the diary: The Pixies' Doolittle. Good times.
No comments:
Post a Comment