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Post by fearlessfreap on Mar 5, 2024 12:01:54 GMT
My Mum was 30 when Heartbreak Hotel came out. She never understood what being a teenager meant. My father was born in 1925 and was in the navy during World War II. He was a child during the depression and never got tired of telling us he had to wait in food lines with a wagon to bring home cabbage and bread for the family to eat while his parents (immigrants) took any odd jobs they could get. He was a teenager on a boat in the Pacific Ocean. Young people did not enjoy carefree teenage years back then.
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Sneelock
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Post by Sneelock on Mar 5, 2024 18:34:23 GMT
Does anyone have the thing where you "decide you know what you're into" and, almost the moment you've made this declaration, the thing stops working? I did my share of that in the late 70's & Early 80's. If I liked something weird (like the Residents) then I assumed I liked anything that was weird (sometimes I did & sometimes I didn't). If I liked a record on ECM or waxtrax then I would buy other records on those labels until that stopped working.
I became so accustomed to people saying that I only liked SHIT music that hearing someone call something SHIT meant I should give it a go. well, everybody thinks SOMETHING is shit so that's a very time consuming approach.
everybody who strongly influenced my taste in music came to the conclusion that I had SHIT taste in music. I think maybe this says more about them than it does about me.
sometimes this made sense. If a cousin decided all rock music was the devil's work then I would have a brand new stack of records.
I could never figure my Dad out, though. His enthusiasms led me to film music, feedback, electronics, steel guitar, big band records. somewhere along the line, all I had to do was say I liked something and he KNEW it was SHIT.
I try to live on the Planet Tralfamadore and think mostly about the good things but I guess I still do hold a bit of a grudge about that.
I have relied on cousins, uncles, hippy neighbors, slacker co-workers... I've always been the bottom of the shoe with the chewing gum of other people's enthusiasms. this continued through BCB where I'd find out about Petra Haden or Deerhoof or something right up my alley.
I LOVED the "mix-tape" era when somebody would give me a C-60. in less than an hour I'd know a whole lot more about them by what music they liked or thought I would like.
I guess what my Dad started others finished. I understand him more as I get older. He liked Beatles and I liked Beatles. I liked bands when you could tell they liked the Beatles. He couldn't see the sense in that. Maybe I've come around to that way of thinking more than I'd like to admit.
what I mean is that If I heard something weird or something that reminds me of the Beatles then I'm comparing it to something I've spent some time with. feet of clay are comfy but they're hard to get around in. I don't seek out stuff JUST to seek stuff out. I do pay attention to my Spidey-Senses. I usually know if I like something if it immediately engages or repels me. I'm not sure WHY I'm wired up that way. I don't suppose it really matters. I find stuff I like and I really think my Life is more rewarding when I do.
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Post by fearlessfreap on Mar 5, 2024 19:25:58 GMT
"I became so accustomed to people saying that I only liked SHIT music that hearing someone call something SHIT meant I should give it a go. well, everybody thinks SOMETHING is shit so that's a very time consuming approach."
Jeebus, have I been there. I realized pretty late in life, that sometimes the unwashed masses can be correct.
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