My “norm” for finding new music & keeping up with music I love has changed greatly in the last few years. Nay, the last decade. I used to keep cds of favorite artists. The artists I knew I’d love loyally, like a lovesick wallflower who finally found their “one” or a rescue dog who never leaves the side of its owner, I’d buy records of and keep them in sight, rarely allowing myself to dirty up with my grimey little fingerprints.
Then, I started working in the music industry, where I was sent album after album, cd after cd, link to download after link to download, ipod after ipod (you get the picture). This required a lot of organization, filing away my music in itunes, complete with rating systems, tagging based on genre, emotion, etc.
Now, it is a spotify album, a playlist for one of my 3 ipods, endless folders within itunes of playlists created for movie projects and of course, those sexy links that still come through my email.
Today, I remembered that I adored (like a little child adores their slobber-crusted one-eyeball teddy bear) the Miniature Tigers. I wanted to share with you my slobber-crusted, one-eyeball band for the day.
They’re going to release a new album in 2012 (about damn time). Get the news here.