I ony have a tape cassette player in my car, which makes for great times re-listening to albums I find for 25 cents a le thrift store. Billy Ocean, U2, the Footloose soundtrack - all hold special memories in my heart from then and now, now.
THIS SONG. Oh, this song. Even when I was wee and had no idea what sex was (minus Playboy magazine and Married… With Children) I just knew the line “I don’t wanna touch you too much baby, Cos’ makin’ love to you might drive me crazy” was the EPITOME of romance. To this day, I still get the willies when I hear it, it’s THAT good.
Love does bite sometimes, love does bleed. But it IS what I need.
Well, this is exactly what my friend and I were discussing the other day. I really loved this quote:
"The second reason he says very few people are up in arms about the evolution of a style of music (and musicians) once beloved for its outsider ethos and "authenticity" into something that has been characterized as, variously, "dad rock," "for sale next to the register at Starbucks" or, even, as Abebe does, "NPR Muzak," (not that we’re sensitive or anything) is our current oversupply of alternatives. If we’re not into it, he says, we no longer have to throw a fit, because we’re already on to the next one."
I’m so glad someone else uses the term “dad rock” these days. The whole conversation I had was sparked off of a radio station here in town that has always been well-known for the more ‘adult contemporary’ programming that recently changed it’s format to fit the more ‘hip contemporary’ music of today - lots of Mumford and Sons, Foster the People and Arcade Fire.
The definition of ‘indie’ rock to me, at least, was INDEPENDENT rock. Free of major labels, free of discrepancy, free of the boundaries mainstream sets upon it’s artists. The most defining band (again, to me) of independent rock is and always will be Sonic Youth. Do I need to explain why? I’m sure you music nerds can agree to some extent.
Sadly enough, this point can never be discussed rationally with younger generations, because all they have of Nirvana are the videos and stories that their older sisters and brothers tell them. They know no music idols truly from that time. Exactly how I can’t touch the idolization of those past me, the AFI fans, the Conor Oberst diehards, et cetera and what-have-you. Sure, I listened to a great deal of Bright Eyes in my early 20’s, but I could never guess how it would make a 15 year old feel to hear this music and mold and shape the person they are to become.
But now we have this. ‘Independent’ music is now mainstream. I knew I would live to see the day, but never gave a notion to someone like Arcade Fire winning a Grammy. It was always sacred, that music. It was always something you shared with your friends like a secret society, that you would call into your local college radio stations to hear, that your parents never understood.
Now your parents are the fans of that music. Probably because they grew up in the same time as I, lived in an era where Thom Yorke was still finding himself and independent labels were not subsidaries of larger labels. So the term “dad rock” makes total sense. Your dad was there when it all started. He was the one that ran to the store when they reissued Bleach after they removed the penis from the baby picture on the cover of Nevermind.
So a literal coining of ‘adult contemporary’ makes sense to someone like me, if you’re leaning towards who is the adult - who lived in the Sup Pop/K Records era.
Unfortunately, the negative connotation with words ‘adult contemporary’ is something that cannot be avoided. Elevator music, the Spin Doctors, background music for Humane Society commercials - they are all culprits of giving the term such a bad name.
Ramble ramble ramble, when it comes down to it, music is music. Music makes you feel things you never thought humanly possible. Music puts words and symphony to your thoughts and emotions. The right song at the right time can be forever captured into your brain with a moment you will never let lapse and let go of.
"The House Judiciary Committee recently passed a bill that would make it a crime for Americans to plan or even discuss any activities abroad that would violate federal drug laws if they occurred in the US — even if the acts in question are completely legal in the countries where they actually take place."
Aren’t you glad you aren’t planning on doing anything illegal in Amsterdam next month? (wink wink)
“Women are a majority of the population now—a majority in university classrooms and a majority in all kinds of contexts. It seems to me silly to say, ‘Gee, they’re discriminated against and we need to do something about it.’ They aren’t discriminated against anymore.”—
Yeah, yeah - how cliche, right? It’s Halloween and I put this song on my blog. I get it. I would put this song on my blog any other of the 364 days of the year as well. I just love this song, and it sounds even better surrounded by witches and zombies and crunchy leaves and cold mornings.
Manfriend gets home Sunday for two/three days then takes off for Europe for a month. He has already been gone a month. In these last few days I have been tallying up all the ideas I have for his three-day-ish homecoming - and they are all food related. Go figure.
- Put away underwear drying on rack in bathroom - Coffee meeting w/sketch comedy duo - Drown face in enchilada platter - Watch at least two discs of Supernatural - Season Two - Give Peter a bath - Create interesting blog posts, unlike this one.