I don’t know what it says about my listening habits that the YouTube algorithms have me lined up with hours upon hours of 1970s Italian softcore soundtracks, or how exactly they know that I am absolutely here for this, but it is what it is. Will I share all of it? I don’t know. My brain is in ricochet mode and it doesn’t take much to knock me off track. I’ve got another tab open with hours of Croatian jazz/pop/tropicalia lined up. We could end up back there in an instant, like teleportation. What makes it from those tabs to this tab remains to be seen, and it’s not that it’s bad. It’s just not everyone’s taste, but then again that’s not really my purpose in life. If you love it too, then that’s great. If not, well then you’ve got your own fucking computer. And I hope nobody is offended by bare breasts, because there quite a few of them queued up. At least 15.
I don’t know quite how What Rough Beast got to be primarily a vehicle for Radio Quarantine. It was a lot more diverse at this same point last year. I mean, it is what it is. It’s never been more than a diary, or a travelogue marking where my brain has taken me in its travels. It was intended to be more though, but as it happens, Youtube has more interesting content than the entirety of the internet. It’s stranger and more fulfilling at the same time. There’s a bit of… well no… there’s a shit ton of everything and the search algorithms actually work. They open up pathways but still manage to throw in some ringers and detours. Does it work as well for everyone? I don’t know, but for me it’s been better than Pandora, Spotify, Netflix, Amazon… and well… pretty much everything else. If there’s any site I should reward with a paid membership it’s Youtube. I’m afraid it will screw up a good thing though. It’s been a riot. The next soundtrack they lobbed at me is a banger.
Ah well… if you find yourself here, enjoy the music and the breasts.