My mom played piano as a kid and flute in high school band. My dad had his
own band in high school. I played piano, then violin. Everyone in my
extended family either performed or had LPs and CDs by the hundreds. I
remember a lot of Neil Diamond, Fleetwood Mac, Larry Gatlin, and Barbra
Streisand on the turntable — I got my musical randomness honest
— and also The Nutcracker all year long, because mom was also
neurodivergent like that.
Music meant there was something to distract my ADHD brain from itself.
Even now I fear silence; I'd rather hear something other than my own brain
running 100mph. Introvert time meant headphones, and still does.
As a kid of the 80s and 90s, I fell easily into the indie/college rock
genre as I went from 120 Minutes on MTV to college in Boulder. Today indie
rock is still 1/3 of my annual music diet. But, I've refused to stay stuck
to indie rock — the radio, record stores, friends, the random song
at a party, they all grabbed my attention and pulled my tastes further and
further off the beaten path. With the rise of streaming services and
YouTube it’s only roamed more.
I'm the one people come to when they need a music recommendation, or a
playlist, or a mixtape. The only thing better than being a musical
omnivore is sharing music with others. Discovery is what drives me, even
if my tastes can be considered "common" in the eyes of "record store
guys."
Music is meant to be shared. It's something we've been sharing since we
first started vocalizing hundreds of thousands of years ago, since someone
started whacking rocks with sticks in rhythm or drilled holes into hollow
bones. We sing together, we cry at concerts, we dance, we feel. Music
should never be gatekeeped.
I subscribed to last.fm in 2005, drawn by the integration with my iPod (which had only been available
for Windows a year earlier) and iTunes. Analytics, perhaps, are the one thing
I love as much as music, or at least analytics about music. last.fm followed me to Spotify in the early 2010s, and when I divested from Spotify
in 2025, I (eventually) started scrobbling through Apple Music again. 110k+
scrobbles represents a fraction of what I’ve listened to — it doesn’t
capture vinyl, or actual CDs, or the radio, or Tidal, or YouTube.
So, here's who I am, told through the music I've listened to. How I've
changed. What I keep coming back to. And whatever the hell a 1000+
scrobbles of The National says about my sad dad self.