I've Got a Disease, Deep Inside Me Baby

Music is an obsession of mine. It travels with me like some incurable virus, and is a constant variable in every aspect of my life. I deal with it much the same as any person with a disease or disability learns ways to work around their own ailment. My headphones and MP3 player travel with me literally everywhere I go. I set aside long periods of the day to just listen to music and to contemplate the wonder and complexity of music, my sweet succulent medicine. And I accept that a certain social stigma comes with my disease, after all people do tend to look at you strange when you walk down the street singing along to Ray Charles at the top of your lungs or dancing to the Mika song that only you can hear due to the modern marvel that is, headphones.
So of course, since music is with me at all times, available on demand (only much cheaper than high priced pay-per-view porn) it is only fitting that it match up with what I do, right? If you are reading this, I assume you share my affliction to some degree, perhaps it’s in it’s infancy, or perhaps it’s full blown, but I hope you understand. If not, I’ll explain. Years ago I started taking pilgrimages to Georgia to see where much of it’s vast musical history had come from. So for the drive there I made a mix CD of Georgian artists, it’s one thing to listen to the music and appreciate it, it’s a completely different beast to really see where they were coming from when they wrote these songs. Savvy? Since then it’s gotten worse. The other day my roommates and I drove out to a Christmas tree farm to get a tree, Christmas play list! We’re going to watch Dawn of the Dead later tonight, Zombie play list! I work at a hospital, Medical play list! So long winded explanation aside, that is the point of this website, to provide a soundtrack for the lives of the masses, because without music, life is a sad, black and white silent picture.
So what do I listen to? I ask that to almost every single person I meet, and I HATE it when they say… everything. Why? Because it’s bullshit! No one listens to “everything,” ever. I have come to realize that people who claim to listen to everything more times than not actually listen to nothing. They have no passion for music, so therefore blend it all together into one giant pot of something they only have a mild appreciation for. Which is all well and good, but ultimately disappointing if you go into it with expectations they love everything you do. So let me tell you what I don’t listen to, because there is a lot that I do, just not everything. No modern country, no reggaton, and probably not most of the rap they play on the radio. That aside, I’m pretty diverse. All that aside, on to the playlists.

Much Love from New York,
Chuck