What I Mogged – Thurs, Jan 10

I write all over the place. I blog for a living, I write for my business, I write about music, and I very occasionally enter my thoughts here.

MOG is the site I use to blog about music. It’s a social network for the uber music geek inside. It’s a place that all my obsessive compadres like to gather and discuss and dissect music to a level that is unbearable to the common man. Really, it’s brilliant.

Since music is an inseparable part of me, I decided to force feed my personal blog readers with the occasional helping of my MOG blog. Read it, love it. Listen to the music I put up there.

What I Mogged – Thursday, Jan 10

A ginormous comet of pure awesomeness struck last year and music was declared good. I’m having trouble letting go of stuff I listened to at the beginning of the year.

Loney, Dear put out probably what is the most genius record I think I have heard in a long time. The only thing I can think of that rivals it last year was Arcade Fire’s “Neon Bible” release in the latter part of the year. Either way, I’ve been rocking both albums sufficiently for at least 2 days.

The average music fan hits that point in their life where nothing gets better. Some dudes are still only listening to Boston. That’s awesome, but things evolve and retract. There are musical ebbs and flows, but each time something is reinvented it has it’s own style and attributes.

Those of us who are pure music geeks need a chance to branch out and hear something new. We evolve in our tastes.

Could this signal the end of my evolution? Have I settled on the year 2007?

Bah, no. Those were just some wicked good albums.

-collin

Dad, if you could see me now.

Most guys grow up with fathers who share more “typical” masculine interests. I’ve had at least a dozen roommates since I’ve moved out of the house years ago. Each of the guys I live with does things like watch baseball, go camping, or build things with wood. That wasn’t the case in my home.

My dad is a ex-rock DJ from South Dakota. He moved to Nashville to take a DJ job out there before he married my mom. Eventually, he got a job in Hollywood as a voice actor and met my mother. He never let go though.

He loves rock. He loves it probably more than I do. He knows everything you ever need to know. He’d invite me to ride with him in his car more than he invited me into the garage. At the time I didn’t know why. I learned to realize that sharing his love for music with me was special to him. In the car we had a stereo and each other. We both loved rock.

Truthfully, as any kid does, I rebelled against the music he shared with me when I was young. He thought the music I listened to was full of talentless musicians… he was right.

I’m sitting here on a Saturday night. I have my massive $100 headphones suctioned to my head. I have my MOG page opened and I just wrote a few reviews on some songs, knowing that no one will read them. If just a couple of people do, I’ll be happy to know they may learn to love the music that moves me. My Rhapsody is open and I have more music in my playlist than I have hours in the day to listen to them. Most songs I’ll only get 45 seconds with. After that I’ll move on. Even if they leave an impression on me, I can’t stop there because there’s so much to hear. I’m about as happy as I could be.

I’ve learned that my dad has loved rock for so long that he knows a thing or two. We don’t sit down and talk about the things that typical fathers and sons talk about, but it’s perfect for us. I’d like to think that one day, I’ll have as much to share with my boys as my dad did with me. I don’t think I’ll ever know as much as he does, but I can try to be like him, right?

Dad, somewhere I have to think that you’d be proud to see me right now. I love you.

listening to right now: Doves – Pounding, Andrew Bird – Heretics