It's been almost three years since Mr. Tower last pontificated in these parts.
It's an astoundingly long time. So long, in fact, that when Mr. Tower last posted, Eliot Spitzer was still banging high-class hookers. Now he's hosting a show on CNN with some weird-looking old broad.
It's a different world.
Albums have been released. Presidents of all colours and religions have been elected. Seasons have changed, changed again, then changed a few more times.
And of course Mr. Tower is older and wiser.
But he's also less up-to-speed on music. The last album he bought was Robyn's Body Talk Pt. 2. And he's not even into Robyn. He bought it based on Pitchfork's love of Robyn. But he liked both pts. 1 and 2.
It's shameful actually, how quickly one loses touch with music if one takes oneself out of the scene for a few months. Mr. Tower doesn't even know what genre is big these days, but word on the street is the Arcade Fire is somehow involved.
So consider this the end. The end of the Predictfork hiatus. The end of Mr. Tower's time in the musical wilderness. The end of me talking in the third person.
It is a new beginning.
Welcome to the new beginning.