I rarely have the nerve to talk to people about music these days.
I’m genuinely frustrated by how easily accessible music is, and how many people think because their iPod has 12 genres on it that they listen to everything. Even better is when they tell me that “Yeah, I listen to rock, rap, AND country.”
As if listening to three different things is really a big deal. You’re still consuming whatever you’re spoon-fed, I bet. Wow. Three whole genres? Isn’t that special.
Yeah, I’m ranting. I’m fed up with it. As an avid fan of discourse, learning, and trying new things, it’s very difficult when almost everyone tells me that they listen to everything.
If you’re going to say that, mean it!
For a while, once I heard you say that, I discredited anything you had to say about music. I was looking for people to say that they listen to a little bit of a lot.
Semantics, heh. I can’t always win.
I’ve grown tired of your Internet radio. I don’t like last.fm, pandora, or spotify. I don’t really find out about music that way. Last.fm gets a special nod, because it’s the handiest tool out there for finding things similar to what you like.
What if I want to find something I don’t already like? Where is the new stuff? All this Internet seems to make it so we can find a lot more of what we already like.
That being said, I think our MP3 players are being filled up with a lot of the same stuff. We’re not branching out like we used to, in my opinion. We’re just consuming more and more of the same, and trying to convince everyone we are as diverse and high-brow as everyone else who can easily click a few buttons on YouTube.
What am I trying to say? Really?
I used to enjoy conversing with honest people. I miss the days when I could chat up some people online and legitimately learn something. I miss the days when a person who said they listened to everything meant they listened to a variety of genres of all sorts of music from around the globe.
I miss the days when it was just something fun, and not something we identified ourselves by. Perhaps I’m fooling myself I ever thought it was different. I really can’t say for sure. It was different for me, and the people I chose to surround myself with.
I’m trying to say: shut up! You don’t like everything!
Sure, you listen to some folksy stuff, a classical song, pop music, pop country, and whatever rap they play on the pop stations. Good for you. Oh, you have a Japanese song? Let me guess, is it Melt-Banana, Mono, Merzbow, eX-Girl, Shonen Knife, Guitar Wolf, or some other band that’s been made easily accessible?
Man, I’m so cool. I watched this show once and there was this French band on it called Yelle. I’m so cool and worldly. I have good tastes and I’m a connoisseur of the finer things in life. Ah, you lesser men with your Top 40, I look down upon ye with great disdain because I have listened to something you have not!
This is why I can’t talk about music anymore. I can’t do it. There’s always this weird sense of entitlement people have. I can’t have a conversation where all our eyes light up when we are told about something new. Oh no, we just have to try our best to reciprocate with something more obscure.
You can’t possibly like everything!
Personally? I hoard music. I listen to as much of it as I can. I crave new experiences. I crave sharing it with readers and friends.
Maybe I just take this stuff too seriously. I wonder if I should apply to be on that music show, hoarders? Five terabytes, and all I can do is rant about it on the Internet.
We’re all just special snowflakes aren’t we?