I was looking at my last.fm weekly charts today [1], and it struck me that one of the things I love most about last.fm is that, by recording what I'm listening to, it's essentially a recorder of my moods. Like a lot of people (I assume?), I tend to listen to music that reinforces my moods, so my list of recently played tracks on last.fm tends to be very indicative of how I'm feeling. [2]
& so I'm reminded of this quote from High Fidelity:
I like being able to see how I got from Deep Purple to Howlin' Wolf in twenty-five moves ... If I want to play, say, Blue by Joni Mitchell [3], I have to remember that I bought it for someone in the autumn of 1983, and thought better of giving it to her, for reasons I don't really want to go into. Well, you don't know any of that, so you're knackered, really, aren't you? You'd have to ask me to dig it out for you, and for some reason I find this enormously comforting.
From Nick Hornby's High Fidelity, p. 55.
And, yes, so: I could tell you how I got from ABBA: Gold & Pet Sounds—two of the saddest pop albums ever—to the bitter & confessional nastiness of The Afghan Whigs' Gentlemen, to the Dusty-esque resignedness of Cat Power's The Greatest. In four days!
But I don't really need to, because my last.fm profile says it all.
[1] As I am wont to do, periodically.
[2] And of course, it strikes me that my blog can do much the same thing, on a less granular scale—which is, of course, one of the things I love most about it. To whit: this post and this post, both from this week.
[3] Though, I have to say, I prefer the example in the movie, which was Fleetwood Mac's "Landslide."
Nick Hornby does seem to have some sort of weird Joni Mitchell thing, doesn't he? (c.f. also About a Boy, which has loads of Joni Mitchell references.)
