Have you ever been listening to music and your mind has zoned out or you’ve already pressed ahead to the next track? This happens to me all the time.
I’m an instant gratification kind of guy. To make matters worse, the older I get the less patience I have for things.
I order books through the Barnes & Noble website, even if it’s cheaper elsewhere. Why? Because many items are same day delivery in Manhattan. (God forbid I should ever move elsewhere. Getting rid of this would take some getting used to.)
My last film score order took two weeks to arrive. I thought I’d lose my mind. I got more and more irritated with each passing day. When it finally got here, I downloaded all the tracks onto my iPod, barely gave them a listen, and then went scouring for my next purchase.
The iPod, or maybe the decaying brain cells (the 80s…who knew?), seems to have fed into this habit of constantly searching for new music. With 80 GB of film music to choose from at one time, with a flick of a thumb you can move on to something else if you get bored.
These days music serves as the soundtrack to my writing, always on in the background unless I’m heavily in editing mode. Sometimes it underscores my reading, but I have enough trouble focusing on that without any further distractions.
Remember the old days when you’d buy an album and play the hell out of it? Two, three weeks, maybe even a month, until you knew each and every note of it. Everything in life took a backseat to that album and time stood still. Problems, homework, rent, taking out the garbage, everything cowered before the pure power of music.
These days, I can count on one hand–maybe both hands–the times I’ve sat down to just listen to music in the past year. And out of those hands, there are still fingers left over. Does this have anything to do with my dislike of “disposable” digital music? Or has music simply become the background soundtrack to my life? Whatever the reason(s), it’s time to quiet the sound effects and dial up the score. I just received a new batch of scores today. Time to walk the walk.
Listening to music has, and on some level will always be, a solitary activity. But I was pea-green with envy when a friend recently told me that he and a friend of his spend time hanging out and listening to film music together.