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“Originally posted by metafis
I agree with most of your points Eddie in a general way.
Personally, I'd just like to hear them play live, before I form an opinion. My gut instinct at the moment is 'I dont like them much'.
However, I have great respect for any style of music thats actually played live, even if its a genre I'm not fond of.
I suppose I want to be reassured thay can play the instruments, and its not a milli vanilli of guitars type thing. I dont think it is, but I'd like to hear for myself
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I understand all that...and in many ways my position is as directly a reaction to holding that opinion in my youth as much as it is against those who blanket-condemn a genre of music blindly with no real logic.
Let me explain a little further. When i was sixteen or seventeen, I was a *HUGE* music fan. In '94 i went to Glastonbury, Reading, Phoenix, Donnington...not to mention Oasis at the Leadmill in Sheffield and Blur at the Duchess in Leeds. I was a real indie kid and was PASSIONATE about my music.
The problem was, although I believe I loved the music (and i did), I also was totally blinkered to not only contemporary genres but also music I had liked in the past. I threw out my old tapes of Whitesnake, Bon Jovi, Run DMC, Falco, Duran Duran, Madness, Guns'N'Roses etc, believing them to be beneath contempt. Furthermore, I disregarded much of my parents' vast collection of music as totally naff, grabbing only their Kinks and Small Faces collection for my use. That's without even counting the slating I gave groups like Hootie And The Blowfish, Shampoo, Eternal, James who i did not regard as worth consideration as 'music'.
It wasn't until I got to university and not only came into contact with a much wider variety of music, but also started on the student radio and was forced to play all manner of songs that I realised what a sad, blinkered fool i had been. Once i went to the second-hand record shop and spent about £300 on CDs, not to mention raiding my parents' CD collections afresh, it was the closest thing to pure enlightenment I have ever felt. Music had always been important to me, but it became a passion and a quest for knowledge the likes of which I had never experienced. At last I could feel that I was a 'true' music fan - embracing music for what it said to me rather than what NME or the marketing told me it was about. I have discovered literally hundreds of amazing, life-changing songs since then, and my passion remains undiminished.
Sometimes I think I may come across as an evangelist whose arrogance is astounding. It's not from any other source but my wish that others feel about music the way I do. It angers me beyond belief when people dismiss even one artist based on either preconceptions or one particular song, let alone an entire genre.
But what is worse in my eyes than blindly following one musical genre like a football team is people making subjective judgements on music based entirely on preconceptions of 'worthiness' or 'talent' or 'deservedness'.
Milli Vanilli were frauds. They did not perform the songs they made money from. But that does not negate the value of the song. Even though it may have been a terrible decision on their part, the guys who wrote and performed that song got their credits, they got their cash, and they got to hear their song on the radio. Everyone involved in that whole sorry affair should hang their heads in shame, but the songs (even though they are rarely heard these days) should not be tarnished by the events surrounding them.
Likewise Busted. If it turns out that they merely pose with the guitars, that they DIDN'T actually write the songs they are credited as co-writers of on the album (all the songs on the album are written by the members of Busted plus 'others'), and subsequently are shamed publicly, it doesn't change the fact that the album was brilliant (IMO of course...although I shouldn't have to state that as all such judgements are by definition purely personal).
If I paid my good money to see Busted live and they came out and mimed, I would feel a tad miffed. Then again, part of Busted's appeal to me lies in their performance in its entirity (their videos are a blast for one), and so i wouldn't be there solely for the music.
At the end of the day, if you need to respect the artist's musical pedigree before enjoying their music then you have a very different view to what music is about to me. Without getting into any arguments about the relative values of being able to play an instrument over being able to sing over being able to dance over being able to make you laugh over being able to sequence a dance track over being able to rap over being able to scratch...
I fall in love with music that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
I fall in love with music that COMPELLS me to sing along.
I fall in love with music that makes me remember events in my life.
I fall in love with music that fills me with that energy, that gets the endorphins pumping, that makes me feel whole.
I fall in love with music because it completes my life.
I guess that's what I define as 'being a music lover'. It just makes me so sad to see people build walls that prevent them from finding as many pieces of music as possible that do all those things.
(Talk about cathartic...that was the first time i think i've ever really put down those feelings on paper (or in a database!)). Thanks all...this is a great discussion