Man, I remember not even 5 years ago, when not writing about music or listening to new music on a daily basis would have driven me nuts. Bonkers. Psychotic. There was an overwhelming urge to just blurt out verbal vomit every few days or so about the latest and greatest music of the moment, or to just sit and download or go and buy whatever was new in music- it didn’t even have to be hip hop- it could have been anything that piqued my interest.
I remember talking with a DJ friend who was a little older than me, and he’d always laugh at how pumped up I’d get about new music, old music, whatever music. He’d tell me that as I got older and I got more responsibility, I’d lose a lot of the passion I had for music, and I’d turn to other pursuits.
You know what though? He was right.
Music is no longer a force in my life.
Don’t get me wrong, hip hop and more generally, music, is something I encounter every day in my life. I can thank Apple for allowing me to have my entire collection of music at my fingertips. Feel like some heavy metal? There it is. Feel like some hip hop? There it is. Feel like some Brit-pop? There it is. Feel like some blues? What do you know, there it is.
But music has gone from being a necessity to having become just a lot of background noise to me. I still get that feeling when I listen to some older material on my iPod- stuff from the proverbial murderers row of my youth- let’s say 1993 to 1998. But after that? I listen and I have no attachment to it. And don’t get me started on new music- it barely registers.
I can remember the buildup to an album “Wu-Tang Forever”. I drove to the local record shop at midnight just to pick up 2 copies of the album- one on quadruple vinyl, the other on double CD. And I can distinctly recall sitting in my car after buying it and listening to every track that same night. The level of disappointment incurred from the very first track on disc 1, that rambling bullshit with Poppa Wu, was mitigated by the fact that I loved basically every other track on the album.
I think that was the night that anticipation for music died for me. Really.
Since that time, there has been NOTHING that has instigated that sort of emotion from me- not even a new Boot Camp album. This was only brought to the forefront for me with the release of the new Mobb Deep album. There used to be so much anticipation for a Mobb Deep album. Ever since “The Infamous”, it’s been sort of an event when a Mobb Deep album was dropping, maybe not to the general public, but for those who liked, and I apologize for using this term, ‘real’ hip hop, a new Mobb Deep album was something you looked forward to. The lead single that would no doubt be some of the grimiest yet melodic music you’ve ever heard, a few choice lines from Prodigy. And truth be told, Prodigy and Havoc came through with “Hell On Earth”- they pulled a proverbial Lebron and lived up to the expectations. But ever since then, it’s been diminishing returns. I don’t want to turn this into a diatribe against the perceived idiocy of Mobb Deep, but I did want to point out that the new Mobb Deep album dropped, and I didn’t even know it did so. And this was with the supposed unstoppable G-Unit promotional machinery backing them up. And when I saw it in the store, I picked it up, briefly chuckled at yet another hilarious Mobb Deep album cover, and moved along.
Come to think of it, the new Ghostface engendered the exact same response from me.
As did the news that a new Boot Camp album was coming out.
Or a new Tool album.
Or a new Pearl Jam album.
So I’m left wondering to myself, have I gone soft? Am I that guy? Ten years from now, will I be the grumpy old man (no A to the L) who sits around and plays his records and talks about the good old days? Am I already that guy? Will I even CARE about the good old days?
Things to think about on a long weekend that I don’t give a shit about.