“I think I’m over music.”
I said this to my girlfriend last week. And while being said somewhat in jest, there is a tint of truth to it. To a certain degree, I’m sick of all of my favorite bands and I haven’t found anything new that interests me. Looking through my iPod is an exercise in settling for something that seems like it’ll bore me the least. I haven’t frequented a local show in years and even the bigger bands haven’t been able to attract my attention. There are, of course, exceptions to this that will drag me from my cave of solitude in order to attend a concert, even if I need to go alone. Such was the case last night when I saw Bjork at the Hollywood Bowl.
Yup, that's how she dressed for the encore.