delinquent ft kat - my destiny

a crisp 2-step throwback wot has snuck up on me in the most blissful way - random radio airings accumulating just below the point of recognition, absorbing the cutely continuumy keyboards, the explicitly pop touches and sweet lady vocal, UNTIL BLAOW, i realised last night i was hearing a fucking classic! so classic i already miss the not-knowing good times!

i mean with some songs i feel like that moment of conscious recognition when all the pieces come together is their sole reason for existing, probly a frustrating and unpopular idea in music-appreciation world (as if anyone gives a fuck) since it requires a) an acceptance of other modes of listening than, 'an ever-expanding pool of great music i have previously endorsed!' and b) a fucking radio you ipod saddos! scrambling ur id3 tags aint the same! i think for five minutes the ipod mode of listening may have seemed refreshing but dear god - not just picking from a lil stack of your taste-affirmated albums but from ALL THE MUSIC YOU EVER LIKED, how perfectly depressing. i dunno, it does sound insane to me too in a way but i can think of nothing scarier to do with music than listening to songs i like all day long! liking or loving a song is such a fragile and delicate thing, it seems better to mostly listen to stuff ur not bothered about or actively dislike.

take that dude from the independent (ugghhh i hate him in a deliciously satisfying way). why can't he say, man i love this bob dylan album so much i binned it! cos i think i could happily never play "my destiny" again and call it one of the 10 best songs ever wrote.

(i am gonna play it again tho. IN YOUR FACES.)