To answer the brilliant nick hornby question of whether we listen to pop music because we’re sad or if we’re sad because we listen to pop music, my research indicates the latter. I’ve been pretty clean of the depressing stuff for a couple of years now (read: since i ‘grew up’), save for a little ryan adams, and have noticed being quite a bit more balanced, more than a little less broody.
This comes to me as i sit outside of a coffee bean with a goddamned latte, listening to old songs while writing this post on my new nokia n82, which it does at the same time. In the background, i’ve got a browser window open with feeds from a bunch of design and consumerist blogs, and i don’t know whether i should be hating myself or enjoying all of this. It seems you can buy happiness after all, it’s just called an unlimited data plan.