songs for a mean season.

So much for the weekly updates, so much for the silence.

The first thing most people ask me when I tell them I’m quitting my job and going back to grad school is “why?” The second thing most people ask me after I tell them it’s for journalism school is “really, why?”

It wasn’t any kind of revelation. Rather, it was the culmination of many months spent quietly pondering “what am I doing with my life?” When the answer became daily “spending nine hours sitting at the same desk staring at the same cubicle wall designing the same website for the same subprime financial company,” time came for a semi-major change. Not that I’ve been ungrateful for the job I’ve had these past two and a half years, but I am just not cut out for quiet repetition.

And so it begins. I’ve many albums to write about and life stories to tell, but I lack the wordspace to write about those here. Instead, I will highly recommend that you take a listen to this album, one of the many resulting from my neverending exploration for new music: Ghost of the Russian Empire - The Mammoth. Yes, the band name is silly, but how can you not love the shoegazing, effects-laden, emotionally distant atmosphere? If you didn’t like that one, allow me to recommend Dead Meadow - Feathers. Fuzzy, rocked out, spacey, ambient, calm and groovy. Music to zone out to while banging your head drunkenly.

-Derrick