In a real small car with the windows rolled up, OH!by Fussbett 07/08/2009, 4:22pm PDT
Quétinbec wrote:
Fussbett wrote:
But the new Clutch album is where I think I can finally say Clutch and I have parted ways on friendly terms. Completely solid and unembarrassed rock music, but they want to be a blues band far more than I want to listen to a blues band.
You put me onto Clutch and I like them, but I can't imagine listening to them while something important was happening. My favourite Clutch song is 'Pure Rock Fury'. I suppose you could listen to that before dirt biking or setting something large on fire, but otherwise Clutch is pretty inappropriate for most of your average day. Perhaps it's because of this that they've toned their shit down. They need something people can play at a funeral so they can feel timeless. Fair enough. They're probably all married now so what have they got to lose?
It's no surprise that we approach music differently, much like everything. I don't use music as background to events at all. Music is always foreground for me -- it comes in a complete package already, I just have to listen. I don't need to add an airport or a dirt bike to finish the piece.
I'm sure I'm not alone on this. The guy walking to the subway doesn't flip through his iPod looking for appropriate going-to-work-on-a-Thursday-and-it's-slightly-overcast music, unless he's a psychopath. Maybe he puts on Ween, and now he's grooving and smiling, thinking about Ween. He's not thinking how the music compliments the tempo of his walk or how crowded the escalator is. Who are we kidding? The iPod is on shuffle.
What I'm getting at is that music can be important for the music rather than what you're doing when you hear it. But certainly it's more fun to talk about life anecdotes and relate them to music, so I'll take that angle with this post but reject the direction you've chosen. My subject is MUSIC I LIKED, TAINTED BY BAD EXPERIENCES:
I listened to the debut Life of Agony TAPE endlessly in my mom's car when I was fresh out of high school, going to my first year of animation college. Animation college! Turns out I hated it and it was a dreadful time of my life so now if I attempt to listen to Life of Agony I'm reminded of a period I want to forget. So vivid, the memory usually includes specific ramps on the QEW highway. It doesn't help that Life of Agony was probably the Linkin Park of their day I'm sure, except Agony's songs were explicitly about the singer's dad leaving.
I can get through the live performance, but I hate hearing the album version. At the time it was pretty fresh to hear New Yawk camouflage pants "Come awn muthafawka!!!!" hardcore fronted by a short soulful crooner in a sport jacket. Haha, I can't believe I'm posting about Life of Agony. This is a new level of obscure shit no one cares about! This blog sucks!
