I’m really down about being broke.
I mean, I’m sure that most broke folks are down about being broke, so my feelings are nothing new. That said, I kinda had plans for artists that I was going dive headfirst into, and because of my lack of disposable income, those plans are currently on hold.
For instance, I recently became a fan of Iron & Wine and I was planning on pick up Sam’s entire catalogue. The Shepherd’s Dog is what won me over first. Then I picked up Our Endless Numbered Days, and I was convinced this was an artist that I wanted to get into. And then the money ran out.
Regina Spektor is also on the list of artists who have recently piqued my curiosity. I mean, The Strokes cosign for her, and I’ve yet to hate anything that I’ve heard from her. She seems like a wise investment.
I saw Les Savy Fav perform on Conan and was positively enthralled. I’ve heard good things about Beirut and I’m very interested in Okkervil River. And now that Nickel Creek has called it quits, it seems like as good a time as any to splurge on the catalogue. Damn my financial limitations.
I love finding a “new” artist. In the past few years I’ve had moments of mania about Tegan & Sara, Sufjan Stevens, Elliott Smith, the Arcade Fire, TV on the Radio and Death Cab for Cutie, and I’m sure that there are plenty of other bands out there with equally ridiculously sounding names that I’d enjoy. Case in point, Rilo Kiley is on deck, and my interest in Bright Eyes grows every day.
Obviously, even if I could afford to get into all of the aforementioned artists I couldn’t afford to give the catalogues the attention they deserve, so I shouldn’t really lament the lack of something that’s not really feasible. But by the same token, I’m sure I’d have had enough time for a couple of them and it’s the fact that I didn’t really get to “discover” anything new this year, and that it’s already August, that brings me down.
Sadly, much like my taste in sushi, my taste grows beyond my budget. (And I really don’t quite understand how I’ve yet to reach a financial equilibrium… eh, oh well.) I guess there’s always next year.
