I think that I'm supposed to like Dirty Projectors but they're just shit. I'm not one of these elitist hipster types who only like bands with elbow itchy obscure names
you know, Nietzsche shit or names inspired by Slapp Happy lyrics. sidenote: I was taught poetry by the lead singer of Slapp Happy. Take that to the face, fact fans.
Obscure references and not-really name drops aside, I like some middle of the road shit. Yes, James Blunt et al. are just undeniably shite but some of it can be quite interesting. Take Broken Bells. I didn't know that I was supposed to like them when I first heard them on We are Hunted and I was quite excited because I was all, Oh this is a band that no-one knows, look at me being all kitsch and shit. Like I usually am.
did I mention I was a dick?
but yeah. then I found out that it was Dangermouse's new band and I gave the record company execs a pat of the back. They reached me. OK so their album isn't the greatest album in the whole entire world, but it's not awful. Most of it will be deleted from my iPod in the next couple of weeks, but Mongrel Heart, Vaporise and The Mall and the Misery are staying. Fact.
Ok. So I might be one of those cunts who only likes obscure bands at the moment.
Forgive me. I'm young. I'm 'finding myself'. You probably did it too, or you're going to do it.
But I like Dido.
And I like Susan Boyle. Some would say too much (THAT LINK IS NOT SAFE FOR LIFE. YOU WILL HATE ME IF YOU CLICK IT. MORE IMPORTANTLY, YOU WILL HATE YOURSELF, AND FOR THE RECORD THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT A TURN ON) .
And I like shit pop music.
HA I haven't even brought up my Britney Spears obsession. I used to cream my pants whenever I heard a Britney song anywhere, whenever I saw her picture. When her vagina picture was released, page 5 in the Daily Star, I posted copies in the sixth form common room at school. I made copies of Blackout and gave them to all of the different houses* and they listened to it whether they wanted to or not. When Circus came out, I played it non-stop in the kitchen at uni. My housemates were all 'oh, the cleaner will hate this' but she turned it up.
I have to admit that I'm less ape-shit crazy about Britney now that she's under conservatorship. I was drawn to the crazy. To the fake British accents and hot tub orgies. To the trips to the mental hospital and everyone thinking she was going to die.
She was in that precious space between life and death. Heck, in some people's minds she was already dead. She was superhuman.
At a time when I was trying to be superhuman, too. I saw a photo of myself from Britney obsessed era the other day.
I looked like death.
And I thanked my brain for thinking I was ugly.
So, people change.
I am people.
I've never talked about those years to anyone or anything. And I'm never going to. I will say this much.
They were beautiful.
They were constructive.
They were cathartic.
And sometimes, I would do anything to connect so fully to that state of mind.
VAGUE. OVER.
The point of this blog post is, well. There never is a point really. Does there need to be one?
MOR music is generally shit.
But I like boring folk music.
And I will be able to stand bland rock when they make it appropriate for a fist bash European discotheque
*cough*
BASICALLY. MORAL. If you speak to someone or anyone, don't say 'what type of music do you like?' because that is clearly a bullshit question and people will come out and just say, 'oh, you know I like Coldplay and other stuff. Arctic Monkeys' which not only makes them sound like uninventive and boring arseholes because you've cornered them into the corner of mediocrity and inoffensiveness where they are scared to offend someone who likes music, but you also sound like a complete chief.
That's a bad thing.
GAD. I didn't even mean to have a rant.
I'm sorry.
Have a Youtube cat and otter to make up for it:
Oh yeah. And don't forget that the Dirty Projectors are shit, mmkay?
*I went to a private school. Shoot me.
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