Who Knew?

My Musical Taste Is

A tiny pool of my expectoration on grime-soaked concrete, released while pacing in worn slacks and exhausted sneakers on four hours of sleep and on a rushed deadline. I have months-long stretches where the music I’m listening to achieves that bland and soulless state usually experienced during sleep deprivation - and that’s when it just becomes another external stimuli to drive away the boredom instead of an actual source of enjoyment. I think of listening to The Black Album while walking alongside the train tracks after leaving a 12-hour day of data entry; waking up with a start at 4pm on Summer St. and running up hills as fast as I can to hand in that assignment I’ve been working on for almost two days straight; subsisting on ramen and 12-packs of Coca-Cola alone in the house during a maddening December while playing Nine Inch Nails remixes and Paramore on loop (??ugh). I guess I can only hope it gets better.