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our hero becomes serious
Mar. 23rd, 2004 02:42 pmI'm making this journal entry mostly because I'm listening to a band with a long German name and it makes me feel like I've finally become serious about music.
The booklet kindly provides English translations of the mostly German lyrics. The first song, which the singer performs with a serious finality reminiscent of Leonard Cohen, translates as follows:
Red, green, yellow, black
rust-brown dead-red
deep-raven-black is colourful
I have lost my vocabulary book
I've always felt emphatically Not Serious about music. I'm a Lyrics Listener. You know who you are.
The only time I felt vaguely cool about music was when I worked at a certain on-demand publishing company and could listen to KEXP, ("Where the music matters") out of (I think) Seattle, on my computer. Where (whear?) I first encountered both the Flaming Lips and Future Bible Heroes.
But Zulu Records wants to help me. After my more practical stop at Mark's Work Wearhouse, I crossed the road to get to the other side of cool. They have a row of listening stations with the music cleverly pre-sorted for you into genres.
And such genres, and sub-genres: indie distinct from art rock distinct from punk. Ein- Neu-, if you haven't guessed, came from the art rock booth. I hesitated over a CD of grrlpunk reminiscent of Hole's best work, and I almost got the Yeah Yeah Yeahs because in a newspaper photo I thought the lead singer was a boy and her bandmate was a girl, and it turns out to be the other way around, or so they claim. In the end I made an impulse purchase on the way out and got the Johnny Cash CD everyone's so excited about instead. I love songs being covered in other genres. It's probably my favorite -- subgenre? act of depravity? Anyway, I like it.
One of my favorite terms from today's Zulu reading: Math Rock. I have no idea what it is, but it sounds magnificently intelligent, doesn't it? I wonder if it's contrapuntal.
* * *
I was actually thinking of genuinely serious matters today as well-- about collective denial, especially; but I don't think it works in juxtaposition to my little shopping expedition, so I think denial will have to sit a little longer on us all, until I dispel it with my razor-sharp insights.
Does anyone else practise for their future CBC interviews? Or is that just me?
-rf
The booklet kindly provides English translations of the mostly German lyrics. The first song, which the singer performs with a serious finality reminiscent of Leonard Cohen, translates as follows:
Red, green, yellow, black
rust-brown dead-red
deep-raven-black is colourful
I have lost my vocabulary book
I've always felt emphatically Not Serious about music. I'm a Lyrics Listener. You know who you are.
The only time I felt vaguely cool about music was when I worked at a certain on-demand publishing company and could listen to KEXP, ("Where the music matters") out of (I think) Seattle, on my computer. Where (whear?) I first encountered both the Flaming Lips and Future Bible Heroes.
But Zulu Records wants to help me. After my more practical stop at Mark's Work Wearhouse, I crossed the road to get to the other side of cool. They have a row of listening stations with the music cleverly pre-sorted for you into genres.
And such genres, and sub-genres: indie distinct from art rock distinct from punk. Ein- Neu-, if you haven't guessed, came from the art rock booth. I hesitated over a CD of grrlpunk reminiscent of Hole's best work, and I almost got the Yeah Yeah Yeahs because in a newspaper photo I thought the lead singer was a boy and her bandmate was a girl, and it turns out to be the other way around, or so they claim. In the end I made an impulse purchase on the way out and got the Johnny Cash CD everyone's so excited about instead. I love songs being covered in other genres. It's probably my favorite -- subgenre? act of depravity? Anyway, I like it.
One of my favorite terms from today's Zulu reading: Math Rock. I have no idea what it is, but it sounds magnificently intelligent, doesn't it? I wonder if it's contrapuntal.
* * *
I was actually thinking of genuinely serious matters today as well-- about collective denial, especially; but I don't think it works in juxtaposition to my little shopping expedition, so I think denial will have to sit a little longer on us all, until I dispel it with my razor-sharp insights.
Does anyone else practise for their future CBC interviews? Or is that just me?
-rf
