Welcome to CD Slut

Sometimes you wake up at two in the morning and have an idea. It sounds pretty sweet at first, rattles around for a while, and then if it still makes sense a week or two later, you run with it. CD Slut is such an idea. The premise itself came before the idea to chronicle it on a blog, and we'll see if it stands up.

Without too many laborious details, here's the conceit: For July and August, I'm subletting an apartment in a different part of town from where I usually live. There is a pretty excellent record store within walking distance. As someone who gets paid to write about music, I'm always jealous when the people I work with have, say, fifteen times as many albums as I do. They also tend to have a twenty-year head start on me, but mama didn't raise no quitter.

So thus the idea was born; every day, I will make the brief trek down the street and buy a CD and probably a burrito. I'll give it a few spins, and then post entirely preliminary impressions and and rushes to judgment, while opening myself up to people telling me why my opinions are rubbish. As a music dork, I have a big list of albums I want, but I won't be bringing it with me. These will be impulse buys based on what sounds good at the time: classics, novelties, the obscure. Genres are but a laughing matter. Also, suggestions are always welcome in the comments section and will be taken under advisement.

For the sake of background, here's a little about me: I write for a handful of national music magazines (though I won't drag them into this), hate onions and am a Cancer. If the idea for this blog sounds like a vanity project, well, I guess it is. But I'm buying the records anyway, dammit, so hopefully myself and a few other people can have some fun with it. We're consuming our media at head-spinning speeds these days, and it sounds more fun to embrace it than to be a curmudgeon with a barrel hoop and a stick.

Let's do this.