Sorry for the delay, everyone. I just seem to have lost the passion that had once driven me to do this task. It's not necessarily that I dislike doing it, but whatever fire burned to get me started has slowly died out. I'll even upload a draft of mine that I literally gave up on half-way through. This slowing is a bit ironic to me as well; I have many records that I can review. For instance, More Songs About Buildings and Food has become a fast favorite of mine. I can talk about how I feel conflicted on Darkness on the Edge of Town. I can write about Sticky Fingers, The Basement Tapes, Led Zeppelin, Odessey and Oracle...
I'm not stopping for lack of something to write about. In fact, the records I listed above are a small fraction of all the records that I do own, I apologize if that came off as braggadocio. I just feel like what I'm doing isn't exactly accomplishing anything, at least not for me. And lest we forget that I'm doing this blog for me, no matter how self-centered that sounds. Maybe this tapering is an effect of my waning desire for new music. I really feel comfortable with my musical collection now. The only artist I feel that I'm really missing is Brian Eno, and I'll most likely end up gradually buying those records as well.
Another reason that I feel this way is that, looking back upon what I wrote, what I did is ridiculous and redundant. I looked back on the Rolling Stone list, an amalgam of opinions, and decided that they were wrong. I was putting up my one, slightly musically uneducated opinion against all of theirs. Honestly, I was replicating the act I thought was foolhardy and to an even greater extent.
Let us all remember that music is subjective. I'm tired off people calling something "real" music, as if that actually means anything. The "real" tag is arbitrary, it holds zero value. Everybody has their own view of music, they're own set of values. One can go to YouTube and look up an E.D.M. artist like Diplo or Deadmau5 and be washed with "Now this is real music!" Or, one could go to "Blowin' in the Wind" and repeatedly see the comment "I'm listening to this and I'm [insert teenage age]" and "This by far blows any music today away, this is real music!" If everybody thinks that what they listen to is "real," then how can we honestly distinguish between what is "real" and what is "fake?"
I do believe that there is an argument to be had that the current music situation is a bit "fake," due to the fact that everything is cold, there's not a lot of feeling to be had in "California Girls" (Do radio stations still play this song? I'm out of the loop.) Most of the music today is processed through a computer, and that's exactly how some people want it. They call it "real" music.
Don't ever let anybody tell you what you listen to is "crap" or "fake." Every band is someone's favorite and someone's least favorite. It's really up to you to decide. Music isn't made to be dissected and torn apart, but there will always be a Dylanologist, someone who is completely and utterly devoted to divulging the secret meaning behind Bob Dylan's songs. Most of their efforts are completely futile, music can mean anything to anybody. Music should be enjoyed, not demeaned and thrown to the wayside. Everybody likes different things.
Everybody, please, if you do anything today, listen to your favorite song.
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