@bdp24 - Yeah, I realized that later, when i saw that someone else had used "dreck" as a term of art. Hell, I’ll listen to stupid stuff too sometimes: I dig that song by the Spiral Starecase, I dig some Crystal Gayle, but at the same time I may switch to Starker playing Kodaly or Krokodil’s "An Invisible World Revealed." Taste is a funny thing. I can listen to a song or two from Gnarls Barkley or Ludacris/Outkast, but a steady diet of that would probably leave me undernourished. Everybody has their guilty pleasures- mine, for the last few years, has been lost bands and albums from Europe in the late ’60s and early ’70s. (Blast Furnace-s/t is a current favorite).
Yeah, there’s a lot of crap all over the place. Food, music, name your poison. That may be someone else’s joy, though, so I’m not too harsh about what I consider shitty music, I just don’t listen to it.
One thing I will say: we all get into our trenches and stay there. I have had certain limits over the years with free-form jazz and I’m now beginning to appreciate some angles of it. Part of it is purely ignorance on my part too.
Now that I’m in Austin, I see and hear talent ever day-- these people can’t really make a living at it, but they do it anyway. Who knows in that great lottery of popular culture where the wheel next stops? A ’bad’ era can begat another renaissance. Call me an eternal optimist.
I did miss the opportunity to hear The Village People at a club some friends own, but I would have gone purely for the experience of it, not because I was ever a fan. Crimson on the other hand,....
Yeah, there’s a lot of crap all over the place. Food, music, name your poison. That may be someone else’s joy, though, so I’m not too harsh about what I consider shitty music, I just don’t listen to it.
One thing I will say: we all get into our trenches and stay there. I have had certain limits over the years with free-form jazz and I’m now beginning to appreciate some angles of it. Part of it is purely ignorance on my part too.
Now that I’m in Austin, I see and hear talent ever day-- these people can’t really make a living at it, but they do it anyway. Who knows in that great lottery of popular culture where the wheel next stops? A ’bad’ era can begat another renaissance. Call me an eternal optimist.
I did miss the opportunity to hear The Village People at a club some friends own, but I would have gone purely for the experience of it, not because I was ever a fan. Crimson on the other hand,....