don’t get me wrong- i will never give up on rock. it’s in my blood. my dad was embarrassed to merge his record collection with my mom’s record collection when they moved in together. after all, how can alice cooper and jackson brown possibly sit side-by-side? more importantly, how could he want to fuck some chick who actually spent her minimum wages on this sappy bullshit? it’s just gonna spell trouble down the road.
mom’s favorite bands: allman brothers, fleetwood mac, talking heads, dr. john
dad’s favorite bands: black sabbath, led zeppelin, supertramp, zz top
yes, we are the generation of nostalgia. records not cds, film not digital video, thrift shops not department stores. everything is always better 30 years ago- not so “fake?” “marketed?” “ingeniousness?” romanticizing at it’s best.
i can’t get into rock at the moment. maybe i don’t even know where to look anymore. maybe this epiphany is needed- maybe these “high status blogs” that can make this obscure noise notable are really just seeing exactly how much bullshit people will hype. one giant research experiment conducted by ex-college radio employees still not showering or shaving blogging from macbooks about “who’s who.” yet, i embarrassingly read it daily. yet, i’m always so over it. i remember rolling my eyes and thinking my folks were really lame for not knowing about modern music. “no, smashing PUMPKINS, mom. SHUT UP THAT’S NOT A DUMB BAND NAME!” maybe i’m going through musical menopause.
i’ve been listening to funk. soul. hip hop. rap. afrobeat. house. dubstep. electronic. everything else. it’s just more interesting at the moment. maybe this is an example of how your taste buds change after so many years. i used to hate spinach. i used to hate ketchup. and yes, in high school i even used to hate beer- now, i am spending laundry quarters on 40’s at the bodega. desperate times, desperate measures?
you’ve got my attention:
loyola university’s the hip hop project weekly radio program.
krs one’s the gospel of hip hop.
i am hip hop: the chicago hip hop documentary.
the breaks, original samples database.
everything single thing about this james brown segment on soul train, 1973.