It's no novelty to me that I get easily bored with everything, and recently I've got a bit bored with music.
Actually that's wrong, what I want to say is that I've become bored with being forced to find an urge to write something significant about music. And that has become quite evident in the last months with the scarcity of my posts and the way I tend to write about myself, and not the music itself.
Someone wiser that me long time ago said the sentence (or some variety of it) titling this post, which somehow summerize also the attitude I (and I also hope the readers) should have in delving into that map that Atlas Of Sound delineates. The diligence was supposed to drive my will to open my mind and ears to the whole world of sounds, that corpus soni that I was willing to entangle post by post in order to see the invaluable beauty that resides in every music culture - both modern and past, both authetic and heterogeneous.
This doesn't mean that I wanted to cover and praise every single band of every single genre in the world - an impossible and honestly boring task - but I was quite convinced that I could put the same amount and quality of effort during all the period that I would have this blog up and running.
Funny thing is that in my life I've never had such attitude with nothing at all, and, as the last months proved it, not even with this blog.
In the discourse containing it, the sentence of the title is preceded by another practical statement: "all compounded things are impermanent". Truly believing in this concept (I should also say that they were his last death-bed words), in the last days I was in the verge of shutting down Atlas Of Sound, since I deeply believe that all the things - compounded or not - should have the dignity to cease properly.
That's why, instead of a silent, extenuant and lengthy death, I was about to choose a slightly less silent, extenuant and lengthy death.
I was about to write a sort of eulogy, it would have been the 301st and last post after 2 fruitful years.
Fruitful because in the meantime I've learned and understood much more than I could ever foresee back then, and looking back at all the pages filled with uncountable bands, nations and songs I wrote about, I felt like an happyness arising, like the appreciation you get when you know you've accomplished something worthy, that deserved to happen. Something that, in the end, is not just a matter of yourself.
Melancholia aside, I realized that impermanence doesn't necessarily mean extinction, and that what was going wrong with Atlas Of Sound wasn't the process itself of discovering and proposing music (something that I would do likewise in my life, be it on a blog or not), but it was the form of a pseudo-diary filled with meaningless and not useful personal facts that was totally out-of-place, unrequired and in the end not that interesting (that perhaps means that my life in the end isn't that interesting, but that's another out-of-topic topic).
What I've done with my more recent production was blurring the importance of music, musicians and music culture. And that ain't cool...
That's why I decided not to shut down Atlas Of Sound, but instead to renovate it in the form of a more concise and less-opinion-more-content blog, doing so with almost entirely removing the text area, introducingg some tools of coherence withing the production and reshaping a little the graphics.
That will happen gradually, with a gentle shift that hopefully will allow me to have a more constant presence and a steady enthusiasm, in order to give to Atlas Of Sound a new vitality and the chance to prove its validity.
Where this path will take?
I don't know and not sure if I'll ever will, but even though I lack of diligence I'm plenty of good will, and that is a better acting than not acting at all.
See you soon in the Atlas...
