Lest anyone think I'm despondent (I'm not), I submit my Top 5 list to show
that I still love music and it gives me joy, even as I face the moment of
"readjustment" as someone put it. (I'm working toward being able not to care
if there's anyone in the room - because as so many say, that is strong and
noble, and right. But at this point, I am still weak and affected by my
surroundings. I still care. I know it is self-indulgent to admit that. But
for everyone thick skinned enough not to have even major life decisions
affect you in the manner they affect me - I ask: What is it you're conveying
as an artist. What are your songs about. What DOES affect you?).
 
So here is a completely non-self indulgent, completely altruistic listing of
my Top Five records of the year so far:
 
Grandaddy: Sumday
 
Fountains of Wayne: Welcome Interstate Managers
 
The Postal Service: Give Up
 
Longwave: The Strangest Things
 
The Eels: Shootenanny!
 
 
 
Coming soon, the new tough-skinned Carl
 
And thank you, Jen, Adam, Rick, Kerry, David et. al for your kindnesses.
Know that I was only sharing my experience of the moment when it was clear
my own "readjustment" was in order. Some people can pretend it doesn't ache.
I can't. But that's all it is, an ache. I'll get over it and learn to be
happy playing to whomever will listen.
 
Carl