Are you quite fucking through?
Did it feel good to get that out of your system?
You know, I joined this forum to talk about music and effects pedals. Not to be bludgeoned with every fucking sentence I write. And usually, it's fine, even really funny. I like the dynamic I have here, where I like a lot of music that you guys don't, and I listen to it very differently than you guys do. With D.o.S., for example... we've developed a sort of... benevolent antagonism. It's becoming humorous, how frequently we disagree. I thought it was the same with you? But looking at what you just wrote, it looks like I actually strike some kind of nerve with you? Like you're pissed off? You're accusing me of being overly sentimental and "soundtracking" my life with music, and yet look who's writing me paragraphs and paragraphs of cold-pressed, extra virgin butthurt oil about when he was in high school and college.
Here's the deal. Do not ever accuse me of not loving music as much as you or experiencing music as much as you. I live and sleep and eat and breathe music. I play, write, and listen to music, for a substantial portion of every day, and I am generally euphoric while doing so. Music is essentially my life. You make some pretty sweeping statements about me up there. You assume that because I like different music than you do and because I engage with it in different ways than you do that I do not really experience music. It is very difficult for me to come up with a response to this other than "Fuck you." While I use music as a tool to dismantle things that irk me, I am not an iconoclast when it comes to music. I am a reverent. I believe in the fundamentals and the classics. I hold them up. I remember them. I love them. Guess it's the religion in me.
These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.
You and I need each other, right? Dialectics? Push and pull? Wolves and caribou appear to be antagonists, but in actuality, they're two sides of the same coin. If the wolves didn't prey on the weaker caribou they'd never evolve; without caribou to eat the wolves would starve. They keep each other strong. Just like wannabe rock critics like me need fuckbois like you. It's discourse. It's how we're gonna get to the future. It all comes out in the wash.
Anyway, yes, I do use music as a soundtrack to my life, and that's fine! You're not nostalgic, and I am. And that is a very legitimate way of listening to music. If music is good, then it ought to be able to be a soundtrack to your life. Sometimes that's what being good is about, the ability to evoke emotion in someone. Take for example two really fucking shitty songs, "In The End" by Linkin Park and "Friday" by Rebecca Black. Those are both on a par with Creed for eye-watering lack of artistic merit. AND YET—every time in life that I try so hard, and get so far, but in the end, it doesn't even matter (i.e. any time I talked to you, ever), I sing that song. Every Friday, when I realize it's Friday, Friday, and that I gotta get down on Friday, I sing that song. So, in actuality, those songs are pretty good, because they achieve a nostalgia in the listener. They are relatable.
That's how I'm relating to music, always. Not just the experience of the moment, which is by definition fleeting, but with a view to posterity, and with a view to memory. Stop telling me that that's not valid or real or meaningful because you do not have all the fucking answers, breaux. Fuck yeah I love charts and books and lyrical analysis and oral histories and all that jazz. I love music so I study the shit out of it. Newsflash: THAT IS A WAY TO EXPERIENCE MUSIC.
Fuck you suck so much.
