The older we get, the more difficult it becomes not to compare new things to things we already know. I view this as a kind of curse. A disease.
When I first listened to Model/Actriz’s Dogsbody, I found myself digging through the internal filing system I imagine we all keep, landing most resoundingly on “B”. “B” for Bauhaus. The gnarly part about living in comparison mode is it has a real tendency to leave no room, at all, for hearing something new as something new. For what it is, as opposed to what its not in comparison to that old, often beloved thing.
So we have a choice. Piss on everything new because it’s not that beloved something old and live as a miserable prick pining for long lost ‘better’ days, or just get over ourselves.
I decided to skip all that nonsense and welcome the new with open arms and as open a mind as I can muster. The way I figure, the older I get the more I want to enjoy. If you spend any time reading comments about damn near anything, you’ve seen what happens to people who live their life wallowing in an idealized past, it’s always idealized, filled with unicorns, endless fields of daisies, 32″ waists, and the days when they were sure, damn near certain, they’d play college ball.
I’ve been digging and digging into NYC-based four-piece Model/Actriz’s Dogsbody, released back in February on True Panther, and feeling positively virile.
