when enough is enough

I am a huge Bowie fan. Anyone who knows me really well knows that my obsession can be a bit much at times. So, a couple of weeks ago I went on a closet cleaning frenzy and did what I had been threatening to do for ages: I uploaded all by Bowie albums onto Cassius (Cassius being my iPod. That could be read in so many ways, otherwise.).

Now, I love Bowie and every so often I feel like I rediscover him again. For example, when I’ve gone for months without listening to a certain song and I hear it and remember when I first heard it. It’s like re-reading a favorite book, or watching a movie you loved as a kid (though that didn’t go very well for me when I watched “The Little Mermaid” as an adult and realized how very inappropriate it can be. Still love it, but can’t help but be a little struck by the fact that Ariel is only sixteen… but I digress). Anyhow, I put Bowie on a loop, all 253 tracks. For about 2 weeks. It was supposed to keep me alert while writing, but even I am a little sick of it now.

Now, I’ve rediscovered Moby… 🙂