Blogging is strangely like an old senile man sitting in a corner of a crowded room, talking endlessly to himself. There is the same tragic element of wanting to be heard, and the remote possibility of that actually happening.
There was a teutonic shift in my value system yesterday when I surprised my self by bying the new album Ringleader of the Tormentors by the brit pop grand old man Morrissey. For as long as I can remember, I have hated brit pop in general, and Morrissey in particular. It represents non-musical singing and campfire-type guitar playing at its worst. However, a the phrase
kind of caught me off guard. I downloaded the album from iTunes and find that all of a sudden, I could relate to the music, brit pop and all.
It's funny how musical tastes develop. My taste usually works by accepting a foreign element when it's presented among familiar elements. For instance, my introduction to jazz, my current greatest musical love was through prog rock, my greatest musical love when I was in my teens. The drummer of both Yes and King Crimson, Bill Bruford is basically a jazz drummer, and his first solo album, Feels Good to Me - still a brilliant album after all these years - seemed to present many of prog rock's finest elements in the context of a jazz fusion album. When I had gotten used to the sound of the album, I started to introduce myself to the Biches Brew -era Miles Davis and slowly started my journey into jazz.
I guess the brit pop thing is the fault of a terrific neo-prog rock group called Porcupine Tree, the music of which I have listened to quite a bit lately. Their masterpiece In Absentia integrates heavy metal, prog rock and melancholy brit pop into a strange soup.
The problem with Morrissey is that there is less and less music that I hate. This is a problem, as I have always valued disidentification as a nice way to build one's identity. We are who we are by knowing who we dis.
There was a teutonic shift in my value system yesterday when I surprised my self by bying the new album Ringleader of the Tormentors by the brit pop grand old man Morrissey. For as long as I can remember, I have hated brit pop in general, and Morrissey in particular. It represents non-musical singing and campfire-type guitar playing at its worst. However, a the phrase
And I just want to
I want to see the boy happy
With his arms around his first love
Is that too much to ask
Is that too much to ask
kind of caught me off guard. I downloaded the album from iTunes and find that all of a sudden, I could relate to the music, brit pop and all.
It's funny how musical tastes develop. My taste usually works by accepting a foreign element when it's presented among familiar elements. For instance, my introduction to jazz, my current greatest musical love was through prog rock, my greatest musical love when I was in my teens. The drummer of both Yes and King Crimson, Bill Bruford is basically a jazz drummer, and his first solo album, Feels Good to Me - still a brilliant album after all these years - seemed to present many of prog rock's finest elements in the context of a jazz fusion album. When I had gotten used to the sound of the album, I started to introduce myself to the Biches Brew -era Miles Davis and slowly started my journey into jazz.
I guess the brit pop thing is the fault of a terrific neo-prog rock group called Porcupine Tree, the music of which I have listened to quite a bit lately. Their masterpiece In Absentia integrates heavy metal, prog rock and melancholy brit pop into a strange soup.
The problem with Morrissey is that there is less and less music that I hate. This is a problem, as I have always valued disidentification as a nice way to build one's identity. We are who we are by knowing who we dis.
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