…the sweet joys of voyeurism.

I have just become a paying member of last.fm, which, for the forgetful or uninitiated, is a website with super powers in the music department. A non-paying member can track their listening taste, listen to streaming “similar artist” radio, and pursue the tastes of their friends and musical neighbours and discover the hidden depravity of the former and gems of wisdom from the latter.

Now, while all of that has been entertaining me no end over the last couple of months, there are certain things that have been chaffing slightly. “Similar artist” radio can be a little too broad (so many freakin artists) and simultaneously too narrow (too many freaking artists that ALL sound the SAME). But a paid up member can go one of their neighbours and listen to their “loved tracks”, thus looking over their shoulder interweb-wise, and getting a healthily diverse range of music thrown at you from cyberspace which doesn’t necessarily sound like pavement AT ALL (I have noticed that all Indie roads seem to lead Pavement, er, that is, the band Pavement, not the concrete surface pavement). It also feels quite voyeuristic because it is such an unsolicited invasion of someone’s personal music space. I LIKE it.

Now, if you have understood half of what I have just said, then, “Well done you”. I, for one, haven’t. But I do know that I am having a lot of fun.
Also, I am currently minding three turkey chicks. I fed them boiled egg this morning. This means only one thing – my parents are in town and they have brought their own personal circus.