‘What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?’
- Nick Hornby, High Fidelity.
The mix CD I’m making for Amie and Suzi in a tripod project of procrastination is starting to cut a little too close to the bone.
What came first the music or the broken heart? Would we know what a broken heart was without the music giving us unrealistic expectations of romance?
P.s. Despite its misleading name it does not contain Billy Ray Cyrus. I know you’re disappointed Suzi.