What else? The Beach Boys? F@ck no - only Good Vibrations is any good, I've had enough of Pet Sounds and the rest is soft-minded MOR gloop. What of Punk? The Pistols? Nah - gumby metal. The Smiths - had enough of them too, and Morrissey could never sing. Any post-punk? Scritti? The Pop Group? 23 Skidoo? No chance - all filling time before they get to work in advertising. Whole genres should be erased in one fell swoop- 'world music' (liberal tripe), metal (for 15 yr-old imbeciles), 'indie' (all varieties), free-jazz (unlistenable), industrial (tatooed smelly losers), prog, hip-hop, ambient, grunge, post-rock, goth...
Do I really need to hear Nevermind (quiet verse, loud chorus, quiet verse, loud chorus, solo, screaming, chorus.. blah) again? No. Primal Scream? - talentless frauds. The Avalanches - come on, it sounds like someone trying to tune a radio! The Rolling Stones - a couple of flashes of inspiration amidst 150 years of drug addled blues rip-offs and futile attempts to stay 'current' with disco, reggae, psych efforts. Who else? Happy Mondays - tuneless drug slobs. Underworld - just switch on the sequencers, put your feet up and roll a joint.
Why am I saying this? This is the important bit - SOMETIMES, maybe once a year, this is how I feel about music. Everything feels stale, and as you can see a whole series of petty predjudices rise up and squash the joy out of music in general, or an artist or genre in particular.I might be in a record shop staring at the racks, or I might be at home when I suddenly get this feeling. This morning I was picking out a couple of CDs to listen to at work and it hit me again. That was at 8.25 am. It's gone now, and I'm back to planning what to buy from Berwick Street tonight.
Does anyone else ever feel like this? Is it *useful*? To some extent I think it represents a sharpening of several true feelings that maybe I should acknowledge more honestly.
― Dr. C, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tanya, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― gareth, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― helenfordsdale, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― mark s, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Jez, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
I sort of understand what you're getting at. There are days when you stare at your CD collection and there's nothing you want to play. Or there are days when you're in a shop faced with racks of stuff you know nothing about and suddenly you think - "what's the point? it's all probably no better than what you've already got and rarely play". Fortunately, as you say, these bouts of sobreity rarely last long.
― Jeff W, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Tim, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Edna Welthorpe, Mrs, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
And, as the So Solid mix CD, just when you think there can't be any more masterpieces, you remember that there's always room for one more.
― Marcello Carlin, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
On the other hand I don't want to lose the *wonder* in discovering something new and great (latest = Playgroup) or something old and great (latest = Lee Dorsey).
Yeah it is useful to know why a given piece of music is bad, as well as why it is good.
― Tom, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― dave q, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― N., Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Omar, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Time for nudism.
― Ned Raggett, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
It was as useful as leeches were to early medicine.
― fritz, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Tom's method of random filing definitely works. I'm not sure that I could go for full-time random play though.
― lochrian x, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Tanya now has someone to fall in love with.
Too bad you're talking about Dr.C who probably has the most wank- chops of us all. And he can prove it too, meet him at the crossroads at dawn and don't forget to bring your six-strings, maaaaaan.
[Dr.C in panic-mode: "You tosser! Now where's me Johnny Marr for Beginners book. Without I can't defend the honour of ILM!"]
― Sean Carruthers, Thursday, 17 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― duane, Friday, 18 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
Kind words, Omar. But only true if "wank-chops" = "can operate fuzz- box without cigarette falling out of mouth". ;)
Don't confuse "has been in many noisy bands" ( or "has-been in many noisy bands" ha-ha!) with "can play" ! I reckon Dave Q is the chops- meister round these parts, btw. Mind you I recently heard some Pinefox music and he's a dab hand with a minor chord. Hope you don't mind me saying so, PF.
Also damn you lochrian x, I was planning to run off into the sunset with Tanya myself!
― Dr. C, Friday, 18 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― alex in mainhattan, Friday, 18 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― Jeff W, Friday, 18 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
― XStatic Peace, Friday, 18 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)
anybody ever hear the colin blunstone solo stuff, immediately post- zombies? I'm pretty curious about it.
― fritz, Friday, 18 January 2002 01:00 (twenty-four years ago)