Miserable Old Bastard Speaks...

 Actually that title is well wide of the mark. I've never been happier in my life.
I was having a chat with Gruff from Secret Sound Machine the other day and he asked me what my album of the year so far was.
I told him without hesitation that I didn't listen to new music. I thought about this statement later on and realised how true it was, and that the only 2011 release I have is Dim Problem by Conductors.I didn't even get the last Scroobius Pip record that came out...
In fact I just looked at what I thought was the only vaguely recent stuff I have- it's all about 4 years old.
It really is a case of there being too much old stuff that I want to listen to. I just haven't got the time or energy to take on any new stuff. Have you noticed how many times I used the word stuff there?  Three times.
As I type this I'm listening to Rockabilly music from about 1959.
 Oscar Wilde died when he was my age. So did Baudelaire, Antonio Gramsci , Roscoe Arbuckle. Tony Hancock didn't even make it this far...
So, I wear old fashioned clothes and listen to old fashioned music, stuff from twenty or thirty years ago generally speaking.  I don't go to football because you can't stand up, I think that it stinks that you can't smoke in planes, trains, restaurants. I don't watch TV because I detest insincerity and I think that life is a shallow enactment.I don't know the first thing about most bands who debuted this century. I know there's a lot of soulless, boring dross around. You can't avoid it.
Some music I love. I love the raw energy of Punk and Rockabilly, I love the simplicity of delta blues. ( More pertinently at present  I love the joyful poppiness of Secret Sound Machine).
But most music I simply haven't got the time for.