It would be weird if I started writing for Indie Shuffle again and didn't mention my absence. If I were coy enough, that might have happened. A lot has changed since I last wrote a blog post. I live in Amsterdam now, there's inflation, and now my friends in my new life call me Dinifred. It's a mixture of Dylan and Winifred, which is the name of the cocker spaniel I soul bonded with about seven standard Earth months ago.
While Winifred and I travelled the globe, with him in my backpack -- one of those kinds with a clear backing, so that the dog is able to simultaneously view, and be viewed -- music, unfortunately, took a back seat in my life. Well, sharing music did. I have not stopped gathering songs, and because of music's intangibility, I don't feel bad about hoarding it.
If it were one day proven that all types of hoarding were unhealthy, then the past year or two since I last wrote for Indie Shuffle would have been something akin to the movie Supersize Me --if I were also exclusively using plastic for everything from utensils to clothing myself, and I had been smoking five cigarettes simultaneously on the hour, every hour.
Basically, I have a lot of music to share. A fact which brings with it some significance. Why? Because, of all the music I'm sitting on, HNNY's remix of "Turning Onto You" is so right, in so many ways, that it brought me back to Indie Shuffle. That, and Winifred and I no longer see eye to eye.