My Music Journal 2025: July 10, 2025

 

Thursday, July 10, 2025

Time: 3 PM
Song: Changes
Artist: Langhorne Slim, The Law
Mode of Consumption: Listening to liked songs on Spotify while working.

Link to Song: https://open.spotify.com/track/0fPHfNb0LwKGw3jCKzMk54?si=e32ab81946314c9a

I heard about the term “Doomscrolling” a few years ago when a couple different bands released songs or albums with that in the title. I think one of the bands was Dawes.

Anyway, the act of Doomscrolling is basically looking at your phone or computer screen, most likely social media accounts and scrolling until you find some catastrophe or another. We modern folk have become addicted to the dramatic theater of the internet.

Earlier I typed a few names into Facebook. The few full names I remember from college just to see if they appeared. Some did. Some didn’t. It’s strange seeing these people that I knew for a brief time when they were basically still kids now aged into full-grown adults with spouses and kids.

I can’t imagine a scenario where I’d likely be in the same room with any of these people again. Frankly, I have little desire to be. Nothing against them, but outside of a few minutes of telling old stories, there’s little between them and me. They have their lives, and I have mine.

I don’t know why I took that mental leap from Doomscrolling to snooping on old acquaintances.

I suppose all this is adjusting to this world where we are all connected online. I can access these people instead of just having a rare random thought of them and then spending ten minutes trying to remember their last name.

I finish my break from work with a quick Google of my own name. We used to leave a paper trail – taxes, property sales, obits – but now we have a digital one. I have a unique name which helps, and it pops up a fair amount hits in the search. Old newspaper stories. Publishing credits for fiction stories. This blog (there’s more links to this now thanks to this daily journal). Mentions of my current gig.

I have left a long trail over the last twenty years, and I wonder if any of these old college folks have Googled my name (assuming they remember me and how to spell my last name) and wondered if this writer guy is the guy they knew.