Listening Patterns

Maybe my genre associations are all fucked up, but I’ve never been one to follow standard listening patterns. While classical music – in most households – has becomes regulated to Sunday morning breakfast, turned low so not to interfere with the detoxification that us secular folks claim on the Sabbath, I tend to go full throttle. I’d rather not ease into things.

I’ve been having my morning coffee this week to the sounds of Fake Blood’s BBC Essential Mix from a few months back (Side A, for the club), a vertiginous set which usually, as I begin my work for the day, morphs into either Walkin’ Bank Roll or the new album by Sunn O))), a destabilizing affair that must, in ways unexplained, affect my work at unknown levels of the substratum. As I move into the night, especially with the warm air coming in my windows, I usually roll with something Pressure Sounds or Wackies related, putting everything into focus. To cap it all off, I like to put it all in reverse, ending with some Philip Glass (who I’m revisiting in preparation of a piece I’m writing).

And just to throw everything off kilter, I’ve been listening to Disfear on repeat since I stumbled out of bed toward my desk this morning.

~ by electricmud on June 15, 2009.