I was driving this morning in the spare car with the crappy radio and the only thing that was coming in was the local Top 40 station. I got to the window of Dunkin' Donuts and ordered a breakfast sandwich, but I had to turn off the radio before I could eat it ... as I didn't want to mix my fast food meal with insipid and get really obese. Insipid fatty oils are the worst as they also rot brain cells.
There is so much better out there than what is played on the radio. The program directors should be dragged out into the streets and beaten with vinyl for their sins.
Name 'em over the years: Andrew Bird, The Decemberists, Fleet Foxes, Megafaun, Ben Folds, The Shins, New Pornographers ... just to name a few off the top of my head ... are so much better than what bubbles up on popular radio. Good music didn't disappear, it just went fractured on the net --- made tougher to find -- and in the void, left behind on radio, remained Lady Poo Poo ... who is actually quite talented, but you'd never know it through all the pandering.
I suppose it could be dismissed as just acting all "old fartish" ... but I tend to be very forgiving when it comes to art -- and I just don't find merit in crap.
All that being said, I suppose what I was trying to say in this thread is that perhaps I should accordingly shake up me a bit -- do things differently, and push my discomfort zone into new areas that will force me to rethink how and why I do things the way I do ... broadening boundaries in such a fashion so that if someone listening to me before knew me, they'd not recognize me as such later.
I've gotten into habits of doing things a certain way that I like ... a way that crafts a certain sound I like -- but a sound that I even recognize as falling into easy frame -- like a picture from the 70s. Maybe next time, I should change my approach so that I'm not so concerned with me so much, as stepping outside of me while paying more attention to the outside surroundings than the internal inclinations -- and by doing so, change the timeline of my sound.