Another Reason

... I wish Jen were here: there's nobody to share my music discoveries with, and nobody to introduce me to music I'd never listened to.

I want to rave about Fat Freddy's Drop's Based On A True Story and Live At The Matterhorn to her.

I want her to listen to the The Best Of The Far East compilation, especially the Ryukyu Underground remix of (what I think is) an Okinawan folksong because it'd gotten me hooked, and 1 Giant Leap's 'The Way You Dream' (featuring Michael Stipe) from the Angel Beach The Third Wave set.

I want to show her my new playlists and ask her what she thinks of them.

Because she's been the only person I know who shares most of my music tastes, and I can usually guess hers.

For her birthday this year, I had compiled and burnt a music CD for her. It'd taken me quite a few days to narrow down the tracks (from those I thought she'd like and the ones I knew she liked), and a couple more days to arrange them in the sequence I found the smoothest and ... um, logical.

After she's listened to the CD, she'd asked whether I arranged the tracks in a particular sequence or if they were randomly inserted. Worried that she didn't find the transitions between the tracks as smooth as I'd thought they'd be, I'd hedged, "Um, why? Do they not flow?"

And she'd said, no, she thought they flowed really well - had it been random?

I was so relieved she liked everything (unless she was just being nice ...); sometimes what you think flows sounds really clumsy and jarring to another - a case of your audio mead being another's poison. That was one of the rare times I'd given a pressie that hadn't been wide of the mark.

Anyway.

I wish she were here.