[In some ways it's a bit of an extension of the 'irritating songs you love' thread, but with the emphasis taken completely away from the 'irritating' part]
I was discussing with a friend of mine the reasoning behind why we listened to records that were mainly just noise. He was saying that for him, it was something to be conquered- he would listen repeatedly to something that didn't sound good to him until eventually he would 'get it' or at least some part of it. Now I can't really understand this at all. Yeah, I can see that the concept of things growing on you might have something to do with it, but he was making listening to music sound like an arduous, hellish struggle.
For me, the way I'm attracted to noise is more like a compulsion- it draws me in, grabs me and then beats me around the head for a while. In some senses it is hard to listen to, but it is still enjoyable.
So why do you listen to noise? Is it some kind Everest sense of achievement, is it so you can be really snobbish towards the plebians who don't like to listen to it, or is it a more primal, entranced feeling?
― emil.y, Tuesday, 4 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― dave q, Tuesday, 4 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Prime harsh Merzbow (aside from VENEREOLOGY - I don't like that album at all aside from one track) sounds, to me, like how water looks in a river. But I've mentioned this before on some other thread about Noise.
― Kodanshi, Tuesday, 4 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― gareth, Tuesday, 4 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
as for the less thoroughly headscrubbing noise/drone stuff, i listen to it for various reasons - but a large part of the fascination for me is new sounds, new methods, surprising textures and juxaposition. but lately i tend to like stuff that sits snugly on the edge of pure chaos and more ordered forms of music, that combines turns the sugar rush of white noise into something more tangible, maybe more endurable.
― your null fame, Tuesday, 4 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
There are two parts to music: the bit that's the sound wave and you could look at with an oscilloscope and the bit in your head after the eardrum turns the signal into an electrical wave - the uh... 'perception'. You can't - except probably with lots of drugs- turn off the processing that goes with that second bit.
In the 40s - 50s the abstract expressionists (or more probably the critics who discussed them) were obsessed with the opposite of representational art... if an image on a canvas could be construed as looking like something they were unhappy - there is an amusing commentry on this in Tom Wolfe's 'Our House to Bauhaus' when the critics get into a lather about whether you could fly a spaceship into a Robert Motherwell painting and so therefor it still had some representationalism. (Oh irrelevant aside I once told Mark Beazley out of Rothko (the band) that I was starting a Scottish tribute to Rothko and calling it Motherwell).
Erm where was I?
Oh right - I love listening to what is called Noise if I can listen to it in a way that I can turn it into music in my head.
My supposition is that there is a value judgement going on here - in the same way that you can prefer one Pollock painting to another Pollock painting (I wonder if anyone ever said "Hey Jackson that one sucks, I prefered your earlier dribble").
I don't know quite what critera I judge "noise" - I like the good stuff and I know what I like when I hear it. I'm not that fond of stuff like Aube and I dont think much of that album by Chris Watson (I got the buildings one, I heard that the animals one is better). Perhaps they just stay too much like noise on the way to my synapses. Something I dislike will not get time to grow on me as I won't listen to it again -though I have been known to worry a piece of music like a loose tooth when I can sense there is something to be, uh, uprooted.
― Alexander Blair, Tuesday, 4 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
And gareth - what MASONNA track do you have?
― Kodanshi, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― gareth, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― matthew m., Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Anas FK, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Kris, Wednesday, 5 September 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)