Our Lives, Still Being Saved By Rock and Roll

Doesn't my iPod look a little stricken? A little under the weather? It might be malingering. It's jealous b/c I listened to the awesome college radio fundraising rock marathon shows all weekend. A bit overdramatic, drama-queeny pose, no? Get over it, iPod. You're wonderful and life-changing, but you're not college radio, with DJs and spontaneity.
It's comforting that as time goes on, the stock of music worth listening to just gets bigger and bigger. Sometimes it makes you feel panicky, like I Can't Keep Up! But that's just from all the years of schooling, you think you're going to be tested on it or something. (My friend M declared defeat a few years ago, said he wasn't going to try anymore. At least he decided it, admitted it, it seems to be a passive circumstance with a lot of folks.) Mostly, though, it just makes you feel bountiful, like one of those cornucopias with Fela Kuti, Johnny Cash, XTC, Dylan, De La Soul, DJ Shadow, Belle and Sebastian, Television and everyone else all spilling out and making it worth going on. How corny and mushy I feel about it tonight, apparently.