What does the squirrel do in our apple tree in the morning?

last night I had this weird idea (on a kind of mortality again): Imagine you listen to some music you love and you know it will be the last time. The music will disappear, dissolve after your listen. The only way to conserve any lasting memory of the music would be to write about it. I think this should be the idea behind any decent music criticism. To try to create something which can maybe evoke the music you wrote about. Something which could stand for itself even if the music would be lost forever.

I haven't written a lot on music recently not because I didn't listen to any great music. It's more the opposite. I felt too insignificant to write about all those phantastic bands on my stereo. Talk Talk, Bark Psychosis, The Durutti Column, The Smiths, Kings of Convenience, Pale Saints to name a few. I am in the speechless and in awe state when it comes to music right now.