#kingofconvenience

[podfolio]

#kingofconvenience #philiptreacy #street #onebigmess #amess #streetstyle #onthenightlikethis #selfin 060718

[kittykitykiti]

24 and blooming like the fields of may 25 and yearning for a ticket out Dreams burn, but in ashes are gold . . . . . . . #kingofconvenience #2425 #music (at Bali, Indonesia)

[rayofpop]

Placeres auditivos que me llevan a la mas profunda relajación. #kingofconvenience @feistmusic #Feist #knowHow #RiotOnAnEmptyStreet #indie #Music #Relax #NightLife #Night #Love #sweet #Gay #Pop #RayOfPop #Folk #erlendøye #EirikGlambekBøe #Dreams #GoodNight 🌜🏡🌃

[pastoreandovejas]

Medicina para panditas. #kingOfConvenience #pandita

[lotus-cloud]

The loneliest people, were the one who always spoke the truth. The one who make a difference, by withstanding the indifference. I guess it’s up to my now, should I take the risk or just smile?

King of Convenience - Misread 

[whatkenlauislisteningto-blog]

Kings Of Convenience - I'd Rather Dance With You

[static-static]

Do Make Say Think:  A Personal Posting *Updated*

“King of Convenience”

Music sits high atop the loves and priority list in my life. It’s the one facet that has defined my life; from attitudes to fashion. Everything I do, or stand for, stems from the varied styles of music I’ve obsessed over throughout my life. Like with any relationship, things change with time and my relationship with music has changed over the past few years. Age and circumstance have altered this very important relationship. On the surface, not much has changed; I still research and seek out new sounds, artists, and tracks. I still pore countless hours (years, decades) into obsessive inquiries to the point of stressful exhaustion. What has changed is how I literally play the music I’m ingesting, and by play I mean the physical act of literally pressing play on a device. 

Before (and well into) the digital download craze I was still the kind of guy who would drop 3 to 5 bills on CD’s in one trip (and in one sitting) at Amoeba Records. Mind you, I was living overseas and would make these Amoeba trips but once a year or so. Or, upon returning to the homeland, I was the guy who made weekly trips to the record store on Tuesday and would always walk away with at least a few albums in tow.

I was one of the last people person I knew who held out from buying digital downloads, I kept with the Compact Disk and CD Walkmen (no fucking joke) until the late aughts. My routine was predictably sad laughable: go to the record store, break out my hand written list, comb through the shelves, gratification (or disappointment), head to the coffee shop, feverishly unwrap these purchases, and spend the next few hours listening to them. As quaint sad as that sounds, it was an act that brought me immense joy.

Then for a few years I sold off the majority of my CD collection to turn around and invest in vinyl (which almost always contained a digital download within its packaging). Vinyl was and is fantastic. We all know the perks: the sheer size of the physical product, the gate-fold sleeve, the direct connection of needle to wax, the warmth of the (debatable) superior sound, and of course the “hip” factor of possessing a vinyl collection. So, for a few years I was an exclusive vinyl guy (groan) until something happened……I got old, stop wanting to go places, and had to start watching my money (20 plus quid per record was starting to take its financial toll on a broke 30 something civil employee).

Basically, after all the years of fighting the good fight and holding onto archaic ways of handling, consuming, and processing all that was dear to me, I simply gave in to modern convenience. I had fought the good fight, a veteran in the war to remain true to some ideal that was no longer as important. Simply put; economics and laziness lead to paying $9.99 to instantly download an album on iTunes, oh the convenience of kings.

It’s been approximately three years since I’ve bought a piece of physical music. How do I feel about it, nowhere near as conflicted as I once imagined I would be. I’m well aware that this revelation and personal journey into the world of digital downloads is (and has been) passé and archaic in the wake of streaming. I have yet to resort to streaming music on any of the many platforms that exist. Call me naive, but I still feel like there’s at least something possessive in owning digital downloads, whereas streaming feels far too “cloud” like. Even though I cannot physically hold the digital download of The Horror’s ‘Luminous’ I still feel like I physically own it. With streaming it just doesn’t feel that way, and yea I know my logic is a bit mental, but I am who I am, which is a bit mental. I can honestly tell you that I’ve never given much thought about moving onto streaming. I feel like we all have to draw the line somewhere and mine is streaming. And yes, I’m aware of the uber convenience of streaming and its supposed endless catalogs. There’s just something icky feeling about it all, from the minuscule royalty payout for artists and the non-committal feel to it. 

I literally consume music on my phone and a pair of battery powered noise-canceling Bose headphones. And before that, in place of my phone, was the aforementioned CD Walkmen and a pile of CD's neatly stacked in front of me. I felt a sudden freedom from no longer having to tow around a backpack full of CD’s when going places. I felt lighter and freer, yet with none of the guilt that I imagined I would burden from going digital. Again, I know how ridiculous this sounds to anyone who’s never felt the hardship of thinking any of this shit is/was important. 

No matter how I purchase or consume my music, it hasn’t dampened or curtailed my unbridled passion for music both new and old. I’m still the same fucking weirdo researching and puffing my chest upon discoveries. I’m always going to be somewhat of a music/culture dick, but one who might need a little blue pill every once in awhile.

Convenience has become my BFF and life is a tad easier because of it. Sometimes I miss going to Amoeba or Tower on a Tuesday with my hand written list and getting off on the thrill of the find (or the agony of dealing with shit Hollywood traffic only to find out the record I was seeking was not in stock) but mostly I enjoy the accessibility of simply tapping my phone.

I do however, miss poring over the liner notes of physical albums and soaking in every detail they provided. That is easily the thing I miss the most, the warm connection the contents of a physical sleeve provide. I’m well aware that album information is just a click away on my phone, but it’s just not the same (sigh), woe is me....

Thanks for listening.

By the time you read this, the author may have moved onto streaming albums with Apple Music

Your boy totally sold out and joined Apple Music. The ability to access all of the old albums I used to listen to without having to dig them out became too appealing. The near limitless accessibility is almost too frightening.... 

[werteril-blog]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWqo0fy0-b0)

Hey, baby, what's going on? You lost control and you lost your tongue You lost me, deaf in my ear Nothing you can say is gonna change the way I feel