I am so in love .........
Whenever a musician or a band that I really love releases a new cd I get all stupid and I listen to their new cd and everything else they have ever released over and over again until my family goes nuts. I did this when Matt Good released White Light Rock and Roll Review, when the Weakerthans released Reconstruction Site, and now I've been listening to my newest loves, The Constantines, after the release of Tournament of Hearts.
I know, I'm a music slut.
This got me thinking about how music fanaticism is a lot like sexual love. There's the infatuation stage, where every thought is about your lover; when you're not with him, you're thinking about being with him. And when you are together, you are making a conscious effort to capture every sensation to bring out and mull over later. This intense passion can only last so long. An inferno which blazes that hot either quickly burns itself out into ash and goes cold or settles into a calmer but sustainable ember. And then, if you're lucky you stay together and find comfort and companionship in his, by now, familiar touch.
For the last few days I've been listening to the Cons non-stop, except for when I'm sleeping and the other night I only got 4 1/2 hours sleep, so that's a whole pisspot of Cons. I'm still crazy in love with them, but today I bought Franz Ferdinand's new cd You Could Have It So Much Better and have started listening to it as well. It's totally FF, all Britpop and dancy and oh so sassy.
Quite different from the Cons who, like a good lover, show such restraint while slowly building the tension through the driving beat, so that you end up screaming for release.
I think finally that I'm starting to move into the next phase of my relationship with the lovely Cons.
Thank Christ. The sexual tension was starting to kill me.