There was this epiphanic moment recently when I was listening to Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here and recognized part of the Smashing Pumpkins DNA. This made me feel like I had sleuthed something out because I had been feeling this spookiness of like, how could I be so influenced by Pink Floyd when I never listened to them growing up, but (OF COURSE) everyone else did. And on, and on, and on.
The Boy Who Could Fly is Experiencing Growing Pains
Yesterday I was optimistically looking through my discography thinking, maybe I will release, like, a B-sides and rarities album. But I quickly realized that everything I have ever recorded, by default, is a B-side / rarity.
Recently I happened to see U2 perform their new song and was surprised to find that it totally knocked me out, moved me to tears.
And this isn’t why I like the song, but it totally floors me that this incredibly mainstream band who’s been at it for more than a few decades has managed to write such a killer melody and offer a surprisingly youthful perspective while still sounding so authentically them.