Anyone who says there isn’t any good music made anymore: LOL, y’all stupid.
There’s plenty. You just are too lazy to find it.
Music
Miltonian
ZZ Top is not a band exactly known for being poets, but I think these verses are pretty damn fine; it’s like if Milton were alive now with all his bombast and glorious overreach:
Well, I was movin’ down the road
In my V-8 Ford
I had my boots shined up
And my sideburns loweredWith my New York brim
With my gold tooth displayed
Nobody give me trouble
‘Cause they know I got it made
That’s from “I’m Bad, I’m Nationwide” of course. Though I was listening to the Dwight Yoakam version. It paints a vivid picture in very few words — and that is exactly what writing at its best should do.
223 14
I listened to all or part of 223 new (to me) songs this morning.
Of those, I liked 14.
Tomber
Tamsyn Muir’s Locked Tomb series would’ve been vastly better if it’d resembled in novel form Lingua Ignota’s “Faithful Servant Friend of Christ.”
Now that I coulda worked with.
Not Rocking On
Wow, rock really cratered. I don’t have a good sociocultural explanation for why that’s the case, though.
Retail Tale
The definitive Retail Hell playlist.
I like eight of those songs, though none of them I’d want to hear 20 times a day while working retail.
19/380
I lost count somewhere along the way, but I listened to all or part of 380+ new (to me) songs this morning.
Of those, there were 19 I liked.
Pyroscaphe
Only got through 109 songs tonight. My steamer just stopped steaming; it was a long day.
Noise
I listened to all or part of 376 new (to me) songs tonight/this morning.
Acoust
I listened to part or all of 315 new (to me) songs tonight/this morning.
About average for a day I guess.
Tater Tottage
I am glad that despite my “demographic issues” I listen to more new songs in a week than 99%+ of people listen to in a lifetime after they hit 25.
In the average week, I listen to part or all of more than 3,000 new (to me) songs. And that’s a fuckin’ lot.
Songquest
I listened to all or part of 227 different songs tonight/this morning. But now I am tired. Time to zonk.
Days
Green Day’s SoFi Stadium show proves it’s officially a classic rock band now.
I never really cared for Green Day. I bought their second album, Kerplunk, sometime in 19921 and only listened to it once or twice. I believe I gave it to a friend a few weeks later. But the band has certainly stuck around, which befits our era of constantly-recycled and remixed nostalgia combined with culture becoming static.
It’s funny that Green Day’s first really popular song was about being bored, which is such a 1990s thing to do a song about. That’s what I mean exactly when I say that even the 1990s “pessimistic” songs seem optimistic in hindsight. “Oh, you’re so bored, all you can do is masturbate and lounge around all day, boohoo, so very sad.”
Seems like comedy now in retrospect.
Smash Out
I love music so much. It’s accurate to say that music saved my life in North Florida when I was a beaten-on reject misfit. I’ll forever be grateful to Tori, to Hope, to the Smashing Pumpkins, to Tanya and all the other artists who put part of themselves out into the world to let me know there was something better out there waiting for me.
And there was. I am living it. Not sure I would’ve made it without their signs and omens. In fact, I’m quite certain I wouldn’t have.
Music
I don’t even remember where I saw it anymore. I think somewhere on one of those balky fediverse sites that I’ve been mostly avoiding, but someone referenced me and this blog, asserting that I didn’t listen to indie rap for “demographic reasons.”
LOL.
Not only do I listen to indie rap, I listen to obscure Chilean and Argentinian indie rap that I’m certain they’ve not heard of in their lives. If you’re gonna step to me with that kinda shit, you gotta try harder. I listen to a broader range of music than anyone I’ve ever fucking met, except maybe this one DJ in Seattle who listened to, like, Norwegian hunting chants mixed with whale song sold on cassettes you could only buy in some pop-up stall in Oslo one day a week in mid-winter.
Come on, people. Your limitations are not my limitations.