Just one note about my love for The Cars.

I get down on myself: this is a fact. I tend to badmouth my own music and creations. I'm finally at a point where I might be able to get my last set of demos mastered and I'm totally reluctant to do it because I really can't picture anybody being interested in them. Those are a couple self-confidence reasons that I should address through therapy and experience and get-down-to-work-and-get-it-done-edness. Not what I want to talk about here.

I also feel like my music is dispassionate. tedious, and essentially archaic. I think to myself, I can make whatever music I want, but nobody wants to listen to this shallow, pseudo-intellectual whiny stuff. And it sounds old.

But then I look at my music tastes and I realize that I started listening to The Cars when I was in Grade 7. And I still listen to their songs more often than any other artist's songs. This should embarrass me. Shouldn't music tastes change a little more between Grade 7 and age 36? And, despite my vast musical tastes, why am I still listening to this one artist on a regular basis?

Then I heard last Sunday's edition of... The Sunday Edition where Michael Enright and Robert Harris discussed a couple albums that continue to move them despite decades of distance. Harris discussed how much the recording of Wonderful Town moved him as a child even though he didn't understand all of it, even though he hasn't listened to it for years and years.

So I don't feel so bad about my love for The Cars now.

And perhaps there's someone out there who might be moved by the music I make, despite my own aversion to it.