0.12.2 - Friday night, I'm going nowhere
Dashboard! As I sit here at my desk, there's a point I am fumbling towards making which I can't seem to scrape together into any kind of coherent thought, so I'm hopeful that if I just keep typing words, the path forward will reveal itself to me. It's something about the way modern music has become endlessly vast, but in it's completeness, with the majority of Modern Western Music available at the click of a few buttons, that array of choice becomes paralysing*. To avoid having to make a choice, or taking a risk on an album or an artist we know nothing about, we instead select from whatever is on the front page of our music platform, whatever we listened to recently, or the insane algorithm thinks sounds mostly the same. So, with an endless undiscovered expanse of new music at our fingertips, we sit in our carefully curated swimming pool and imagine the mysteries of the ocean, but never engage with them. Sometimes, cultural osmosis spurs us out of our comfort zon...