October 14, 2005

"Music Journalism"

Millenia ago there was a strapping young lad about to come into fruition; on the prowl to sow his seed. And across the globe, wherever he may have roamed, there was a beat. There was a tune, coming from a larynx or some other kind of primitive instrument. Those beats and relatively arcane tunes transcended civilization and culture - they all had the basis for what we shake it to today. And while hunting his comely lass our friend would draw inspiration from what would one day be called "music". It was pure emotion; passion. A driving force. And if he waited long enough - with that blossoming human conscience - he would be able to dissect it, and break it down. But then, he'd be blowing it.

Thousands of years later, this is still true. This thing called music now comprises a large component of popular culture, which is fantastic. Everyone should be allowed to hear and enjoy music, regardless of where or who you are. But it's only in the last 30 years or so that what someone listened to became grounds for judgment - much like skin colour or spiritual beliefs - and that's wrong. It's not as extreme as being lynched or forced into cultural assimilation, but it's still enough to polarize the true passion of humanity.

You're not going to like what someone else listens to, that's a given. Since music became such a big part of everyday life, we needed these "educated" observers to provide a bit of context; to show what a particular musical/cultural movement meant on a grander scale. For decades, these music journalists were the reference points - providing background where it was needed. For those growing up in the print-oriented early-1990s, this was extremely crucial. It helped us learn where we and our current heroes were coming from, and for once we understood the cycles of emotion, of raw, unrelenting devotion to making a difference and turning peoples' heads.

But barely ten years later, everything changed. Today, music has become a competition. Every futile, insecure devotee with an internet connection takes every opportunity he or she can to debase whatever band/musician they can. That's fine - a lot of music sucks. But to devote so much time and energy to making someone feel shitty about what makes them feel good represents a lot of insecurity on the accuser's part. These are the stereotypical bully tactics that no doubt drove most of these "gurus" into safe criticism in the first place.

Regardless, it comes down to what that music does for us. It makes us feel. Much like our primitive friend thousands of years ago, what we dig picks us up and makes what we feel deep inside come alive. And you can't take that away from anybody, no matter who you are. Who gave you carte blanche to judge, anyway?

There is no established hierarchy in music. No one put anybody on any sort of pedestal. No band or act is immune from criticism. But that shouldn't be anyone's modus operandi. Just remember, no matter who you are, YOUR FAVOURITE BAND STILL SUCKS.

Posted by waub at October 14, 2005 01:10 AM
Comments

As always, your wisdom has given us pause to think and reflect ... but ponder this joke I came across on the "internet": Kenny G walks into an elevator, turns to the guy next to him and says "Wow, this place rocks!"

Posted by: CT at October 14, 2005 04:37 AM

Nice bullshit...ahem I mean blog. Two things:
1. You and Bob obviously dont get along
2. There is a hierarchy and pedestal, Zep kicks ass, period.

Posted by: logan at October 14, 2005 06:56 PM

what a self-righteous way to set up such a perfect punch line....i love it...

music is overrated and so are you.

Posted by: kearnesy at October 18, 2005 10:42 AM

Bluegrass still rules,

Posted by: J. Johnny Gigolo at October 21, 2005 03:34 PM

After I read this I listened to my favourite band... what shall I say.. you were right! The DO suck! Guess who it is.

Also I second what kearnesy wrote.
Cheers

Posted by: matthias at October 25, 2005 02:15 PM
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