rediscovering old songs

travelling down my own road /
and I’m /
Watching the signs as I go

rediscovering old CDs is the gold in my Klondike sifting pan. Especially when comparing the ingenuity of certain concepts (electronica, for instance) to a tried-and-failed ingenuity like Bjork’s Medulla.

It’s too bad my CDs are not in the best possible shape. A scratch here or there can really fuck up a track.