pretty great coda piece by former washpost rock critic david segal. he was one of the best writers on pop music, and i miss his writing. but the sense of burnout, which in a way he denies even as he manifests it, is extremely familiar. i reviewed shows and albums by the hundreds through the eighties, for the washington star, baltimore city paper, record, high fidelity, melody maker, richmond times-dispatch etc, and it actually finally almost killed live music for me; i almost don't care, still, if i see any more music, though i'm not incapable of enjoying a concert. in the late nineties etc i listened to  hundreds or thousands of country/alt country/bluegrass albums for my "farm report" column in the nypress. i *still* am not back to country. i think maybe the right approach is: write about music occasionally.