As I Define It, Rock And Roll

Cycling Can Be Lonely, But In A Good Way.

Technology Has Altered The Way Music Sounds, How It’s Composed And How We Experience It. It Has Also Flooded The World With Music. The World Is Awash With (mostly) Recorded Sounds. We Used To Have To Pay For Music Or Make It Ourselves; Playing, Hearing And Experiencing It Was Exceptional, A Rare And Special Experience. Now Hearing It Is Ubiquitous, And Silence Is The Rarity That We Pay For And Savor.

Maybe This Is All A Bit Of A Myth, A Willful Desire To Give Each Place Its Own Unique Aura. But Doesn't Any Collective Belief Eventually Become A Kind Of Truth? If Enough People Act As If Something Is True, Isn't It Indeed "true," Not Objectively, But In The Sense That It Will Determine How They Will Behave? The Myth Of Unique Urban Character And Unique Sensibilities In Different Cities Exists Because We Want It To Exist.

Suburban Houses And Tin Sheds Are Often The Objects Of Ridicule.

I'd Been Keeping Tour Diaries, And Especially When I Go Somewhere Where I Felt The Experience Might Be Interesting, Like Eastern Europe Or South America Or Whatever, Where The Whole Perception Of What I Was Doing There And Stuff That I Was Seeing And Music I Was Hearing, I Could Put All That Into A Diary.