Songs on repeat are deadly for your taste

Operation "CPR the inner music snob" starts today.

My Spotify became an echo chamber, bouncing between Bad Bunny, MF DOOM, and Nine Inch Nails. Mami, papi: I'm in trouble.

I'm prone to decision fatigue, and mind you, I'm no Warren Buffet. These are "tofu or tempeh"/"Arial or Helvetica" type-o-decisions.

Low-stake stuff that piles up until I throw my hands up and say, "Fuck it, I guess I'll listen to 'Venus in Furs' for the trillionth time."

Choice overload and decision fatigue are bullies to the brain. But there is hope:

Back in Melbourne, I used to rent from a video shop with a "Staff Picks" rack. The place was likely run by music nerds, because that's how I discovered "The Devil and Daniel Johnston, "The Story of Anvil," and "It Might Get Loud."

Each pick was a sonic window into someone else's taste, a curated exit from the deadly playlist-pallooza.

13 years and 15,589 km later, there's a neighboring music store: "Pet Sounds". The quiet crackle of a record player in the corner will soundtrack this question:

"Hey there, fellow human. Flesh-and-bone algorithm of the arts. What record within this store would you take to a desert island?"

The inner music snob will rise from the ashes, never to touch a playlist again, and say things like

"Actually, that's a pretty unlistenable record."

It will be glorious.

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Matias.