Sunday, 21 June 2015

现实 | Third time lucky

Posted by: Ryan O'Riordan

I bet you didn't think I'd be able to come up with another title as incredible as my last one, did you?

Anyway, it’s that time again boys and girls! Dom’s recent posts have, worryingly, actually had some substance to them, so here I am to open your eyes as to what my part of this blog is really about: pointless ramblings.

And in the great tradition of pointless ramblings everywhere, this post is going to address the first thing that came into my head when I sat down to write it. Maybe one day I’ll write a well-structured, thought provoking blog post that will set the world alight, but today is not that day. Instead I’m going to write about something, like I did last week, which is very close to my heart. Not about inequality in the modern world, not about the need to develop renewable energy sources, not even about how reading thunk should be mandatory (which it should be). No, my friends; today I’m going to write about how much I love listening to uncool music.

A quick glance at the side of this stunning webpage will reveal to you what Dom and I have been listening to over these past few weeks. This quick glance should make it quite clear that Dom’s music tastes are far trendier than mine. He went for 'Loud Places' by Jamie xx, a track taken from an experimental album of electronic music that NME described as 'euphoric', with a 'housey, softcore rave feel'. On the other hand, I picked 'Murder on the Dancefloor' by Sophie Ellis-Bextor, an early 2000s dance floor filler. It’s got a chorus that most people on the current Top 40 would sell at least a few of their cars to have, and is catchier than the plague. It’s funky, a masterpiece of pop music, impossible to listen to without bobbing your head. But it is not cool.

I'm well aware that my indie kid cred is seriously damaged by knowing all the words to 'Sk8r Boi' by Avril Lavigne, an artist who features fairly heavily on my Spotify playlist, but I really don’t care all that much. However much your friends will tell you all about their obscure techno reggae collection, or how one of their favourite bands is so underground that all their songs are recorded on phones, I’m willing to bet that even the coolest of them belts out the chorus to 'Call Me Maybe' when they think no one is there.

This leads me to ask: why? Why do we play these weird games of “my music taste is better than yours”? I think that there should be some kind of support group available for people like me, who need a community of like-minded individuals to be honest with about shared musical uncoolness. I don’t mind discussing stuff like which upcoming artist is definitely gonna be massive soon, and then agreeing to hate them as soon as they do, but where’s everyone who I can sing the high bit on 'Take On Me' with? Those people are always fun.

So I’m going to end this post with a recommendation. At some point in the near future, instead of listening to a Swedish folk/rap fusion group, maybe you should just go up to your nearest Sk8r Boi and say “see you l8r boi”. You might even have fun doing it.


Ryan's listening to: 'Shut Up and Dance' by Walk the Moon


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