Just over two weeks into parenthood and the acute exhaustion may be over, but the long-term exhaustion is starting to kick in, and that's worse because there's no sense that it will end, ever.
So I may not be at my most receptive and I did have to listen to part of this CD mdash; another in the Delicatessen series — while cradling the Boy and trying to stave off another strop, but I don't think it's just my jaded feelings that leave me underwhelmed.
There are nineteen tracks of intelligent, well-observed, folk-, country- and pop-influenced rock on it. Some of them are from albums and artists I've praised before.
But somehow the whole is less than the sum of the parts. It all sounds too tasteful to me. And the killer is that it sounds like the kind of music that normally appeals to people in exactly my demographic cell. I'll run a mile to avoid having my taste bracketed in with other people of my educational, professional and economic profile. I know it's inescapable that I'm a Guardian reader, but I avoid reading The Guardian all the same.
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You do know that producing The Boy has put you ever more firmly into a box that you will now be increasingly too tired to climb out of?
You'll just have to hope for Radical Pensionerhood - not that there will *be* any pensioners by then :)
Posted by: mym | 27 August 2008 at 05:15 PM