Popmartijn
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Here is an excerpt from the latest addition on The War Against Silence. Phew, it seems I'm not the only person having this feeling.
Anybody want to join the club?
Marty
I need to give up. There's not enough time left in my life, nor hours in my weeks. My shelves are full, my iPod is full, my mind is too full. It is full, like my house, with many things I love or need, but also many things I don't care about much, and always knew I'd throw away when I needed the space for something else. Well, I need it now. I need less: Less music I'm trying to understand or remember or catalog or store or hear or think about hearing.
And yet, I still think music is the best thing people do, and as long as I am alive, I will ache to hear how it's being done now. There are more and more people, and maybe even increasing percentages of them making music. If I'm lucky, I'll hate some of it, and be ignorant of some more. But there's still too much left.
Anybody want to join the club?
Marty