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June 27, 2006
Video Killed the Radio Star
Which has nothing to do with this weeks blog . . . I just like the song . . .
Time for complete and total honesty . . . I’m just not that into music.
I’ve never been one of those soulful people who can lie around, listening to music all day, while contemplating the unbearable lightness of being. Maybe it’s my Type A personality, but bo-ring.
I like my music to be of the background variety – something playing while I’m working or reading, that doesn’t intrude on whatever I’m doing. Jazz (the sort that makes you want to drink a martini and smoke a cigarette, even if you don’t do either). Classical. And, very occasionally, when I feel like dancing, 80’s New Wave.
But that doesn’t stop the people around me from trying to indoctrinate me into their music. Boyfriends used to do this back in high school and college (one guy was so intent on making me like Bryan Adams, that he played that stupid theme song from Robin Hood over and over and over . . . looking back, I now know I should have read the signs and dumped him immediately).
Even today, my friends and family won’t let me be. Not too long ago, George and I had a conversation that went like this:
GEORGE: [turning up the radio] I love this song!
ME: [turning down the radio] I don’t.
GEORGE: How can you not like this song? It’s a classic!
ME: I don’t like guitar music.
GEORGE: [stunned silence]
ME: What?
GEORGE: What do you mean you don’t like guitar music? Everyone likes guitar music.
ME: I don’t.
GEORGE: But . . . but . . . what about [insert some band] or [insert some song]?
ME: [shrugging] It just doesn’t do it for me.
GEORGE: It just doesn’t DO IT FOR YOU?
ME: Why are you yelling?
GEORGE: Because I find it inconceivable that a smart, open-minded woman like you could just blanketly dismiss an entire genre of music like that!
ME: I’m not that open-minded. I don’t care for the Indian Citar, either.
GEORGE: What about classical guitar? Huh? What about that?
ME: Nope. Don’t like that either.
GEORGE: [Returns to his stunned silence]
And then for weeks after, he’d insist on playing me bits of guitar music, and ask me if I liked it. As though he were going to trick me into saying yes. As though suddenly, after years of disliking guitar music, I’d suddenly say, “Eureka! You’re right! I LOVE this!”
Guess what . . . it didn’t happen.
My mom did this to me, too. A few years ago, when I was staying with her for a week, she was going on and on about how much she loved her newest find: Celtic music.
ME: Yeah, you know, I don’t really care for Celtic music.
MOM: You’ll like this.
ME: No, I won’t.
MOM: [turns on Celtic CD at an ear-shattering volume] Isn’t it wonderful?
ME: What? I can’t hear you over that racket!
MOM: ISN’T IT WONDERFUL?
ME: NO! IT SOUNDS LIKE CATS IN HEAT! CAN YOU PLEASE TURN IT DOWN A LITTLE?
MOM: [turns music up even louder] JUST GIVE IT A TRY! YOU’LL LOVE IT!
ME: [retreats to guest room, and stuffs ear plugs in ears]
So give me a little Dave Brubeck, or Diana Krall, or Miles Davis, or turn on some nice soothing classical that I can work to. But, please, please, please, don’t make me suffer through teen-bopper pop, ten minute guitar solos or that godawful Celtic wailing . . . Really. I’m not going to change my mind. As Popeye likes to say, I yam what I yam.
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Posted by Whitney at 7:48 AM | Comments (20)
Comments
Love Diana Krall. We have friends who keep buying us tickets to the opera in the idea that we will suddenly gain culture. I think it is too late at this point. Besides I might miss an episode of America's Next Top Model.
Posted by: Eileen at June 27, 2006 11:55 AM
Dude, the same thing happens to me when I tell people I don't like sushi, curry, etc: "What? You don't like SUSHI??? You don't know what you're missing. Here, you have to have a bite of this!" As if I will suddenly see the error of my ways.
Leave me alone. I'm a neurotic, picky eater. I'm not hurting anyone, so eat your sushi, pity me, judge me if you must, and stop trying to cram California rolls down my throat.
But, alothough I don't love sushi, I DO love teeny-bopper pop music. I love most music, actually, including country western, which I'll be blogging about tomorrow. Stay tuned...
Posted by: Beth Kendrick at June 27, 2006 2:22 PM
Ewww Sushi. I'm with you on that Beth, as well as liking a lot of different kinds of music.. have you tried Death Cab for Cutie? Love love love.
Posted by: laurenjharwood
at June 27, 2006 5:26 PM
I don't like sushi, either. Or . . . gasp! jazz. I can enjoy it for a bit; I can stand it for a bit longer, and then it's all dissonant noise to me. (sorry, Barb!) I think you either have the jazz gene or you don't and I SO don't. Also, bluegrass makes my stomach roil.
Plus, loud, crashing classical music - think Wagnerian - makes me want to do violence to composers everywhere. And yes, people everywhere seem to make me want to try sushi. which is just wrong.
Also mayonnaise is disgusting and I can't even stand to look at it. Also, food touching each other on the plate . . . erm, yeah. We were talking about music . . .
Posted by: Alesia Holliday
at June 27, 2006 6:21 PM
Two words: King Crimson. I don't get it. Every husband, significant other, etc., etc., has tried to get me to listen to them and understand that it is one of the greatest bands ever. I. Don't. Get. It. Plying me with alcohol or other mind-altering substances doesn't improve it either.
Eileen
P.S. I love sushi and curry. I'll eat yours, Beth. Oh, and I'll eat all of Alesia's mayonnaise, too. Hmm. I'm thinking that there's a reason I'm the, erm, curvy Literary Chick.
Posted by: Eileen
at June 27, 2006 6:25 PM
Well, ok, so I listen to King Crimson. And a whole lot of other stuff (Les Claypool, anyone?) that Eileen just... well, let's be polite, she doesn't like it. I know, I know, she's just missing out, but I try to respect her opinion. Really, I do. Most of the time.
Luckily, there are huge swaths of music that we do like together - Brave Combo, the Subdudes, Los Lonely Boys...
And, luckily for me, she always is willing to listen to me play. And go eat sushi.
Posted by: Cowboy
at June 27, 2006 6:59 PM
Cowboy is a bit miffed. He claims he's never tried to get me to listen to King Crimson. To be honest, I can't remember him ever trying to force me to listen to it. He admits to not turning it off when I come in the room.
My apologies, love.
Eileen
P.S. Can I stil have Beth's sushi?
Posted by: Eileen
at June 27, 2006 7:01 PM
You can have Beth's and my sushi.
Posted by: laurenjharwood
at June 27, 2006 8:20 PM
Sushi and jazz are acquired taste, like martinis (btw, Jazz is exclusively an American art form). Some sake is served chilled, but plum wine is preferable for the warm weather months. Not everyone is interested in the squeeling balloon sounds of Maynard Ferguson, the polyrhythmic driving drums of Jason Marsalis, or the tricky time signatures of a Don Ellis composition. Squid and sand clam sushi are still difficult but, sea urchin really surprised me. Kudos on the King Crimson for Cowboy being the 21st Century Schizoid Man. As far as Les Claypool, I contend that Mingus is still the best with Jaco Pastorius being a very near second. Those two are bass and bass GUITARIST, respectively. Celtic music always taste better when ya'v had a coupla' pints o'Guiness at The Kerry(www.kerryirish.com). George, man, I'm sorry...you're not going to win this one. While "I yam, whatsk I yam", it still doesn't mean "I eatsk me spinich" either. Popeye (with Bluto, not Brutus) is one of the all-time great cartoons lost due to our politically correct culture.
Posted by: Brian at June 28, 2006 9:03 AM
I've gone to King Crimson AND Weird Al concerts with The Hub. Do I get hazard pay?
Eileen, quit hogging the sushi, curry, and mayo.
Alesia, it's okay-- I'm rather proud of myself that the night I dragged you to Botti, we got the added bonus of FREAKIN' STING.
Only thing Wagner's good for is being mocked in Bugs Bunny cartoons.
Jazz is indeed the American art form and the best thing about it is all the flavors that fall under its flag. But I'm well aware not everyone digs it, which is why I carry a 60GB iPod to conferences with a little bit of everything on it.
Posted by: Barb at June 28, 2006 10:00 AM
Am I the only one who's never even heard of King Crimson?
And sushi . . . yucko.
Posted by: Whitney at June 28, 2006 11:36 AM
Hmm. I like martinis, too! Especially if they're made with that lemony flavored vodka.
Eileen
P.S. Barb, I'll share the sushi, curry and mayo with you.
Posted by: Eileen
at June 28, 2006 12:25 PM
"Am I the only one who's never even heard of King Crimson?"
Clearly, I have been derelict in my duties. I will obviously have to dig out my copy of Larks' Tongues in Aspic. By Sunday, Whitney will be hating King Crimson with the rest of the world's wives and girlfriends.
Posted by: george
at June 28, 2006 8:59 PM
Add me to the list that has never heard of King Crimson! Are they rock? Jazz? I have a hard time believing you don't like guitar music, Whitney. ANY kind of guitar? I take it jazz for you is piano or sax? Bummer. I was going to suggest to y'all to check out Benise--totally hot guy who happens to play some amazing music. I saw him on public TV a while back and just went nuts for his music! As for the sushi--um, like, that's bait where I come from! Can we just say "eewwwww!"?! Squid? Nope, not this girl. I flat refuse to eat food that hangs on to the plate while you try and eat it! *grin* I remember this guy took me out and tried to impress me by ordering oysters on the half shell--oh, gross!! Needless to say he got to eat them all by himself! *shudder*
And for good music, you can't go wrong with Queen's Greatest Hits album--Bohemian Rhapsody is my fave of all times! How do you feel about Queen, Whitney?
Posted by: Sheri at June 28, 2006 11:38 PM
"Clearly, I have been derelict in my duties. I will obviously have to dig out my copy of Larks' Tongues in Aspic. By Sunday, Whitney will be hating King Crimson with the rest of the world's wives and girlfriends."
I dunno, George, Robert Fripp is one of the great guitar virtuosos of the last 20-30 years. Whit doesn't like guitar music: "ME: I don’t like guitar music." She will definitely loathe guitar music after King Crimson's LTIA. Something easy with ambience like Stanley Jordan's "Magic Touch" might do it, if anything could.
Btw, vodka or gin martinis?
Posted by: Brian at June 29, 2006 8:58 AM
Vodka martinis. Gin makes my face go numb.
Eileen
Posted by: Eileen
at June 29, 2006 11:16 AM
I live with a man who owns close to ONE HUNDRED King Crimson CDs. And that's not taking into account the CDs of all the side projects (or Projekts, if you want to get technical).
I acknowledge, freely and without reservation, that Robert Fripp is a guitar virtuoso of the highest order but ENOUGH, already.
And I'm not picky about my martinis-- gin or vodka works.
Posted by: Barb at June 29, 2006 11:47 AM
Vodka for me, please.
Posted by: Whitney at June 29, 2006 1:38 PM
Vodka it is! Would that be Grey Goose, Stoli, or Absolut? Olive or onion? And...what type or brand of vermouth?
Posted by: Brian at June 29, 2006 2:36 PM
Absolut Citron with a twist. Skip the vermouth and use Bacardi Limon and I'm in heaven.


