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Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

When I was eighteen years old, I desperately wanted to work at the music store in my local mall. I killed time there nearly every day after school by chatting with the staff, checking new music out at the listening booth, and purchasing a ridiculously large amount of records. I never shied away from letting the store manager know that I would do anything to get a job there, and although he knew me well after these years of devoted patronage, he was hesitant to hire someone so young. I was disappointed, but sensed that I would win his approval eventually.

It was the spring of 2002, and there were a lot of albums that had a profound effect on me that year: Doves’ ‘The Last Broadcast’, Beck’s ‘Sea Change’, and Johan’s ‘Pergola’, to name a few. This was around the time that my tastes in music were starting to truly take shape, but I obviously still had a lot to learn.

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Just Do It

I handed in my definitive resignation at work this week. Why, you may ask? It’s not as if my job was that difficult; I got to sit at a desk, stare into a computer screen and use my caffeine infested brain to think of the best possible ways to shape words into sentences. My official job title is ‘freelance editorial journalist’, however, I prefer ‘content monkey’. Okay, that does sound rather depressing.

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The new iPad

Just before the new iPad was announced, I had essentially decided that I’d be buying one. Now, on the day the device is actually hitting the Dutch shelves, I’ve changed my mind and here’s why.

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Port of Morrow

Over the past three years or so, there’s been a tendency for some of my favorite bands to let me down with their newer records. This is probably the inevitable result of bloated expectations, or perhaps because a new record is immediate — and something immediate will never have the same set of emotions as something that has been able to accumulate them over a long period of time. Whatever the reason, it’s gotten to the point where I actually expect to be let down by some of my favorite bands’ new records.

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High Fidelity

“It’s no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn’t even speak to each other if they met at a party.”

― Nick Hornby, High Fidelity