On Taste, Whatever The Hell That Even Is

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A mid-length rant about "good taste" and how it's so often a synonym for "pretension." Which it shouldn't be. More than informal, it's roughly PG-13 in terms of language.

Madonna and Phillip Glass aren’t as far removed as I once thought. And neither is diametrically opposed to the Ramones or Glenn Branca or Fela Kuti. It’s just music. We don’t need it to live, but it’s goddamn music, man. It’s not the air we breathe, but the air is certainly a lot more interesting with it there.

I don’t care what you like. I don’t care if you like what I like, or if you like what the Spotify charts tell you. I only care that you like what moves you in some way. I don’t care if you like it enough, or as much as I do. Just like it. Have a good time. Dance if you wanna, cry if you gotta, just don’t let yourself get ripped off.

Read the whole thing on Medium.

Serge Gainsbourg Thinks You've Got a Lot of Nerve

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A short, informal post on Medium.com about Serge Gainsbourg, and my favorite track by the 1960's French pop music legend.

"And that bass line. From the moment it kicks in, I’m taken to a space outside of time, occupied by that and the Beatles’ “Tomorrow Never Knows.” I’m not sure when or where it belongs; I don’t know of a time or place in the real world with that much style or nerve, but maybe we just haven’t gotten there yet.

"Once we do get there, maybe we won’t actually need to provoke people so badly, or we’ll at least take provocation with more grace and humor than we do now."

Read the whole thing on Medium.