tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747828092883694705.post1350088163959657616..comments2023-07-04T07:45:47.084-06:00Comments on By the Rivers of Babylon: Zaodcorneliushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18231288805244617924noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747828092883694705.post-41070262151622069622010-10-14T01:20:05.599-06:002010-10-14T01:20:05.599-06:00I, too, have gone through the startling process of...I, too, have gone through the startling process of recognizing the changes in my life due to listening to music that I once would have considered a core part of my being. There's something disconcerting about re-establishing that connection, like trying to have a deep conversation with a friend from a past era. It takes time to reconnect, and it may be possible that a true connection, outside of nostalgia or through other people, cannot be made, but you have to try. Some of that music I carry with me, but the real test is that it stays with me and not just in the past. Perhaps Zao is meant to take you back to the you you were, or perhaps parts of it could come with you; after all, neither you nor Zao (as metaphorically representative of myriad influences on your life) have remained static. But I understand the near-grieving process through which you have to go to realize that you have changed; I do it everytime I purge my CD collection. Music I thought was still part of me suddenly isn't, and I now find myself listening to artists I never would have considered a decade ago. Perhaps you really like the idea of Zao now more than you like Zao. You may have to let go eventually, but for now, be self-indulgent and appreciate who you were, are, and could be.Life of Turnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05023072360964889919noreply@blogger.com