A Preface
The following is sort of an experiment. which is to say, this preface is also something of a qualifier. expect a lot of these. Qualifiers, I mean.
anyway.
The following is sort of an experiment. An experiment in writing about music. This is something that I do very often, but generally this music I am writing about is music of relevance; that is, music of current, particular relevance. A band releases a record, and it is my job to provide said record with a context between their other releases, judging the works by the stretches of a career with specific, immediate trajectory. Such judgments are comfortable. They are transitory. the factors that effect these judgments are in themselves qualifiers and can always be revised.
that's not what this is meant to be about. this is not about the new belle and sebastian album. this is not about where Liz Phair went wrong. this about something a little more personal, as well as (hopefully) informative. it's that balance that I'm struggling with right now. This is about, specifically, The Greatest Band In The World™. This is a title that I reserve the right to recant and redeem at any point here-after, and yet whose inherent weight should never be regarded as pedestrian. It's like those green jackets that they give golfers, a title to be worn, traded, re-evaluted. often. actually, I'm not really sure about that green jacket thing.
I imagine that the first few tries herein are going to be a little sticky (I can assure of this for at least the first entry, already completed, very awkward), but hopefully, for the sake of us both, I'll come upon my stride relatively soon.
I don't know. Maybe I'll remember what writing for my own enjoyment feels like.
my name is zac.
