"Sometimes I feel like I am leaving life behind, my hands are moving faster than the moving of my mind"

So, I am a teenage by-product of the 1990's.  I love the mid-90's music.  However, I must admit that my first musical love was music that my parents despised when they were the youth.  That's right...I was so popular in high school that I actually shunned the popular rock music of the day, and listened to psychedelic 1960's rock'n'roll (yes, all the popular youths were just clamoring to hang out with me, and I was invited to oh so many parties in high school...and that's sarcasm).  My first two loves in music was Jefferson Airplane and the Who.  I don't even remember how I came across  this style of music first prior to grunge, alternative and nerd rock, and really its not important.  All that I know is that a lot of these songs (often times complete albums) have stuck with me for almost 13 years now.

However, in the past about 4 years, I haven't been listening to Jefferson Airplane nearly as much as I used to.  However, thanks to the 'shuffle album' function on itunes, these albums have been in my music rotation for the past few weeks.  Its been refreshing in a sense to listen to these albums that are responsible for starting me on my 'powered by satan music' trend.

This evening I listened to Jefferson Airplane's second to last studio album, Bark (1971) prior to disbanding.  And honestly, the two albums after Volunteers (1969) aren't that great, and really just diminish to the end of Jefferson Airplane.  Who knows why.  But I must say that one of my favorite songs on Bark (and one of my favorite Airplane songs period) is Third Week in Chelsea.  

Hearing that song again for the first time in approximately 3 or 4 years was good reminder for me of checking out a band's entire catalog.  By the time of  Bark's release, Jefferson Airplane hadn't really had a well selling single since White Rabbit and Somebody to Love and so the albums following Surrealistic Pillow (1967) are not so well know (in theory).  However, there are all these great hidden gems of beautiful songwriting and musicianship amongst the mediocre in their final albums.  If I had stopped buying Jefferson Airplane albums after I had picked up Surrealistic Pillow, I would have missed out on the three awesome albums that followed - After Bathing at Baxter's (1967), Crown of Creation (1968), and Volunteers, and yet because I did seek out these other albums in the catalog, I found that I love these three albums more than Surrealistic Pillow (nothing against the album, its great too, but just personal preference I guess).  I would have also never heard the beautifully depressing Third Week in Chelsea, nor the excellent kick-to-the-groin/fight-the-man Eat Starch Mom.  So, go bust out the vinyl LPs from the storage shed and re-listen to Jefferson Airplane.  Its always good stuff, and appears to get better with a bit of age.  

On a separate note, I decided to change the title of the blog from 'Shit You Should be Listening to' to 'Love Notes from the Mosh Pit.'  Because, who doesn't like a good mosh pit?  thats it.