I recently took one look at my best of lists from 20 and noticed I hadnвЂ™t listened to a ridiculous 90%+ of those albums since I declared them вЂessentialвЂ™. Due to the endless supply of music I no longer make time to listen to records IвЂ™ve come to love over the years. The Internet hasnвЂ™t necessarily ruined all of these habits, it just made it incredibly easier to break away from them. When I bought an album that I loved it wouldnвЂ™t leave rotation for months! I would collect every bootleg from every single band I loved. I stayed up late on school nights to watch new episodes and reruns of 120 Minutes. College radio was constantly in my earholes. When I was a pimple-ridden teenage just beginning to realize there was a whole uncovered world of music out there to digest I absorbed myself in the art of discovering new music via zines like The Big Takeover, CMJ or Melody Maker right on down to lesser-knowns Skyscraper, Shredding Paper and Jersey Beat. In simpler terms, IвЂ™m not вЂexperiencingвЂ™ music in any non-superficial way. Recent promotions at my job and responsibilities associated with that have also led to less attention being paid to this website.ДЄnother reason for my decision вЂ“ IвЂ™ve been feverishly plowing through new releases, moving from one album to the next with little to no absorption of what the artist is trying to say or relay to its listener. Granted, my inability to make BTID so much more is almost wholly predicated on the fact that there simply isnвЂ™t enough time in a day to accomplish everything IвЂ™d like to achieve. The blogging hierarchy and standards have changed the past few years for better or worse (who can really say?) but I canвЂ™t say that posting a pic or video with a few words beneath it constitutes much of what I set out to do originally. ItвЂ™s not for lack of exceptional new music вЂ“ there will never be a dearth of that вЂ“ but itвЂ™s more about the pressures a blogger can put on oneself to constantly provide content that amounts to satisfying their (in this case, dying) readership. Lately it feels like IвЂ™m beating a dead horse instead of an indie drum, if you will. About six months back I had a gut feeling that I would be drafting my concession speech for this music blogging website thing and, well, here I am.

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