Wednesday, September 13, 2006

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Music


It seems inappropriate to review a post-modern autobiography in a discursive, analytical style. So I will riff off Chuck's story about music culture by offering a glimpse of my own.

The last few years I have noticed my musical snobbery begin to wane a bit. Yet my love of music has grown in inverse proportion to my snobbery. I still seek out progressive new acts and obscure influential back-catalogue artists. But my attitude has become considerably more open to mainstream tastes of the great bulge in the middle of the bell-curve of the North American music culture.

How did I go from a sarcastic-categorizer to a charitable appreciator of music? There are at least four things that have had a direct impact on my attitude toward music.

(1) Buying an iPod. Why? Becuase my iPod re-introduced me to my own collection of classic rock and mainstream 90's rock which I grew up on. My iPod has reminded me that an artist doesn't have to be unknown to be worth listeing to.

(2) Playing in bands. Feeling the brunt of others' snobbery during and after performing has made me second guess the value of a folded-arm approach to music.

(3) Getting away from NY. As Klosterman points out, people only go to shows in New York City to be seen there, to say they saw a bad before they were big, or to say that a band everyone likes actually sucks. Moving from a NY orbit to a Philly orbit - where they are considerably less snobby and considerably more fun - has shaped my approach to music.

(4) Reading Killing Yourself to Live by Church Klosterman. This meandering narrative indictment of NY hipster culture was the straw that broke the camel's back. The book is full of telling lines ("I have more CDs that 90% of Americans, but less CDs that 60% of my friends"). By telling the story of his visit to all the famous rock death sites, Klosterman helped me re-discover a love for music. For anyone with enough musical sophistication to visit ALIEN CORPSE, Killing Yourself to Live is a must-read.

These are four clear steps that led toward my de-snobbification. If I come up with eight more I could start a self-help group. But in the meantime these experiences have softened my snobbery without undermining my active engagement in music culture. Is it inevitable that such a softening will usher in a deadening of my musical sophistry and wit? Maybe. Although I hope not, that may be a risk worth taking...

3 comments:

Tim said...

I've often thought about buying Killing Yourself from Amazon, or borrowing it from the library, but have never followed through... I think I mentioned in a recent email that I'm sure I would love that book if only I'd read it.

Thanks for the insight to your recent musical journey...don't you miss looking down your nose to the "great bulge in the middle of the bell-curve of North American music culture?"

danszombathy said...

Yeah, it was a revelation when I bought a Led Zeppelin CD and allowed myself to like it. I didn't grow up with it like you did John, er, um, Alien Corpse, but I grew up with a strong punk rock ethic that said no to such "bloated dinosaur" rock such as the Zep. It's just good music, regardless of when it was made or who it was made by OR WHO ELSE LIKES IT.

Purchasing my first Beatles CDs were similar experiences. I will still listen to Fugazi and decry the major label fluff that is usually on the radio, but I won't feel bad when I buy that new Killers album in a couple of weeks, either.

NYC vs. Philly was an interesting concept, too. Hmmm...Maybe living in a small town has helped me to expand my musical horizons. Since nobody here knows about the latest release from Jade Tree Records, I've kind of forced to find some musical common ground with some folks if I'm ever going to have a musical conversation again. :)

Great band from Philly: mewithoutYou. Their new album comes out on Sept. 24th, and it features vocals from JEREMY ENIGK on the songs "O, Porcupine" (which I believe you can download for free from absolutepunk.net or something).

David Drury said...

I just finished reading "Killing Yourself to Live" by Klosterman and the portion on the Zepplin Phase rang so true to my life I laughed out loud there near the end.

We all went to school with that Zepplin Phase kid.

And nearly all of us were that Zepplin Phase kid for 4-9 months!

:-)