Excuse my self-deprecation, but I do hate myself for leaving this website parked in the internet for nearly six months. And given my track record in the I-promise-to-update-regularly department, I have come to my senses and decided not to make such silly promises. Could it be that lowered expectations indicate maturity? Perhaps.

Speaking of maturity, this blog is going on six years. That’s more than half a decade! I’ve had my ins and outs with the world of music. Wish I had the time and energy to tell you what it’s been like for me over the year (musically), but I’d much rather “look forward” to new happenings so to speak.

Though if I’d put the whole year 2011 in retrospect I have only this to say: it was the year of heartbreak for me.

An ironic piece of art which supposedly means "Fuck Love".

No, this won’t turn in to one of those sappy posts wherein I vent about my sorry romantic travails. After all I find that hardly necessary given that I’ve dumped most of my emotional garbage in my other blog. This blog is about music, so music it shall be.

Fact: Music saved my life in 2011. Every time something tragic happened, there would always be a soundtrack to lift my spirits. And vice-versa. Simply put, music was such a big part of my life last year.

I spent somber afternoons with Chet Baker crooning/trumpeting in my player while I wandered the city alone. 2011 was also the year I got in to artists like Crystal Castles, Kavinsky, M83, Thieves like us, to name but a few. Thanks to them, I began accomodating eighties-influenced synth-pop which turns out to be an acquired taste for a lot of us. While on facebook, I established a group named “Kim’s Music Party” which grew into a 100+ strong social network, allowing every member to share the music that they’re currently hooked to. AND thanks to this group, a few members got me in to a genre called “Chill wave”. For weeks on end I would not stop listening to bands like Washed Out and Toro Y Moi. Brilliant! Just what I needed to get in to a meditative mood.

Then toward the BER months of 2011 I found myself spontaneously belting Adele’s heart-wrenching ballad, “Someone like you” (harmonizing with my friend, Rodge, no less). I remember doing so in the shower, in random drunken nights and even in the morning IN a train WITH lots of people quietly making their way to daily business.

I just had to pick this photo of Adele smoking since I think she's cool like that.