I don't schedule time to go pick out a new artist. I don't listen to terrestrial or extraterrestrial, for that matter, radio. Usually, if I hear something new, it's via something on TV or a movie or even something I run across on the web of Inters. Used to be, I'd go to the music store (quickly becoming a thing of the long ago past) and just pick something at random, just for shits and giggles. It's how I found Extreme and it's how I found Life of Agony, just to name two.
Sometimes, it happens purely by accident. I didn't know JACK SHIT about Manhole when we went to see Type O Negative at Piere's in Ft. Wayne, back in 1996. But, what has now evolved into My Ruin, has not ceased to entertain, enlighten, enrage and enthrall me ever since the first time I laid eyes on Tairrie B and heard her not-so-delicate SCREAM. If you want to check them out, you can download their latest album for fucking FREE and decide for yourself.....
Just hit up MyRuin.net, from which I very gently and lovingly borrowed this shot but will remove it if Mrs. B demands it!
I guess my point is, music is where you find it, and it's yours when you like it. There are far too many options out there, far too many excellent artists, performers, groups and sounds for someone NOT to be able to find SOMETHING that reaches their soul. It's all about the search. It's all about keeping an open mind, not getting stuck in the Stepford Sheep mode, getting sucked into the same 5 songs your local radio station plays, simply because they only want to cater to the "masses".
Enjoy your Thursday. I'm off to go play with donuts and baked goods.