this is an entry in slate's culture blog. . . i thought it was interesting.
michael agger Wrote:
My brother once lived down the hall from two guys who were music guys. They had a wall of compact discs, neatly arranged. One February, for no apparent reason, they put all of the CDs in the closet—except for 13 or so Tom Waits albums, lined up on the mantle. After a few weeks of listening exclusively to Waits, they resumed their omnivorous listening habits. Waits acted as a palate cleanser, allowing them to care about new sounds once more. When I'm tired of movies, or music, or television, or books, I follow their strategy and rely on certain touchstones to get me interested again: Blue, Solo Faces, Dazed and Confused. Am I alone in this? Send me your cultural palate cleansers at michaelagger1 at gmail dot com
tom waits - take me home