I’m a musical slut. I’m not faithful to the music I love and the artists I adore. Many times I committed adultery, thinking I needed something new, only to return all apologetic weeks or months later. There is something exciting about new music. It seduces me like the Sirens seduced Odysseus. I should put wax in my ears and look the other way. It’s all in vain, the moment I hear something new I surrender
My girlfriend is different. She is the archetype of musical faithfulness. If she likes something she likes it forever. She can listen to the same song over and over again. I envy her for that quality. She has stability while I wander aimlessly from artist to artist, song to song. I regularly need something new. I’m not only a serial adulterer, I’m also a musical addict. Scary.
What saves me is that music is forgiving. The Beatles, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, The Clash, Talking Heads, PJ Harvey, Radiohead, Arcade Fire, they all don’t know I cheated on them. And if they would, they would probably understand and forgive me in the end.They know how difficult it is to keep me interested. And, no matter what, I will always come back to them.