Some may say that I have questionable taste in music. Because aside from the fact the somebody decided to make it and circulate it enough so that the melody at least reached my ears, there usually isn't a terribly big audience for it. At least not in the way that I fall for it. But there will always be bands less popular than Ariana Grande, than Beyonce, than Frank Sinatra. And even though I love me some Ari, thoroughly enjoy Sinatra and have danced plenty to Bey, it's just not quite the same feeling as when I listen to "My Music".
My Music is the music that has so much bloody noise going on (between instruments, voice and varied electronics) you almost feel exhausted after you listen to it. It fills my ears. It is complete. There is literally no moment in the song where there is not something going on. No time for silence. So much to say. And the less technically poised the singer is, the better off I am. I understand people like Whitney Houston have technically incredible, talented sound and out-of-this-world capability. I understand that that sound is beautiful. I just don't like listening to it as much as this noisy shit that I love so much. Their sound simply does not personally appeal to me in the same way. (I am the same way with movies: I can tell if a movie is good/well done/aesthetic/well-structured, but I still may not like it. I still may find it too long, or boring, or simply not entertaining.)
I like music that leaves no gap to think. No span to sensibly come to your own conclusion. About anything! This affords me honesty. I simply feel. For better or for worse.
Special Thanks to:
Talking Heads, Beck, Wolf Parade, Thao & the Get Down Stay Downs, Grimes, LCD Soundsystem, Sylvan Esso, EL VY, M.I.A., Hot Chip, Cold War Kids, Peter, Bjorn & John, Muse, Modest Mouse & Sleigh Bells. xo
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