Melody Fetishist

I’m in the middle of gutting my music library. With nearly 7000 tracks—all totally legally obtained, obviously—iTunes is starting to choke, and so am I. I spend most of my commute just hitting skip on my iPod, which is already squeaking like it’s dying. There’s so much garbage on here it’s embarrassing.

Here’s what I’ve figured out: seventy percent of indie tracks sound exactly the same. Guys mumbling broken English into a mic, noodling with a guitar, convinced they’re the next Killers. It’s pathetic. I need melodies. Real melodies. I need lyrics that actually hit. I need something with a real voice, something I recognize. Maybe the indie thing is finally wearing on me. Probably not every asshole with a guitar deserves to be on a stage.

So it’s goodbye Fiery Furnaces, goodbye Golden Smog, goodbye Jack Penate. Off to the external hard drive where I might find you again in ten years if I’m desperate. I’m keeping only the stuff with actual melodies, songs that feel like real songs. Those go on the iPod. Then I walk around Berlin with something actually worth listening to.