Sunday, May 15, 2005

music

It seems the music we listen to gives a pretty accurate picture of our state of emotional maturity at each stage of our lives.
Just consider this.

Age 1-10
We don't really give a damn about music. Well other than the mildly gay rantings of an overgrown, yellow talking bird who's best friends with a dysfunctional, paranoid mutated elephant. Oh and then there's the Transformers theme.

Age 11-13
Beginnings of musical awareness. All of a sudden radio stations start having names associated to them. Not that they didn't before. Just that we never really noticed. Good old Michael Jackson is top of the pops and we get hooked to simply listening to the radio even if we can't put a name to any of the songs.

Age 14
The embarassing stage that none of us ever wants to admit. Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Spice Girls and god knows what else. The shocking truth. When I was 14 I actually thought Bewitched was the coolest thing around and saved up long and hard to buy their album.

Age 15-19
Somewhere about now we realise that the world, the people who live in it and well just about everything...sucks shit. And we start looking for music made by people who don't give a flying fuck what the world thinks of em. All of a sudden it becomes cool to be a rebel. All of a sudden, everything that has an electric guitar on overdrive in it seems a just reflection of our rebellion. Rebellion against what, we'll never know. Everyone starts out with the tamer stuff like alternative (Third Eye Blind, Foo Fighters and all). Many make the transition to rock (Creed, The Smashing Pumpkins, Greenday), some to old school like the Rolling Stones and Guns and Roses, and some to the truly hard metal ( Metellica and the like). I will confess to having dabbled in all the aforementioned. Then there is the small group who go overboard and start listening to noisy drivel like System Of A Down and Mushroomhead.

Age 20-21
Holy shit I'm old! You find yourself not wanting to let go of your love for Rock n Roll. And yet an undeniable desire for something more. Something classier. Something smooth. Something swing.
Frank Sinatra starts sounding utterly irresistable. And yet sometimes all you need is the Stereophonics' Dakota blaring out of your Zen Micro. Or I-pod. Whatever.

Age 22 and above
I suppose fuddy-duddy-ism takes complete control of your life and your children will grow up wondering why you listen to such bring crap and that Dad or Mom is just frikkin old fashioned. Well I wouldn't know.

Behold. The soundtrack of our lives.

1 Comments:

Blogger isaac! said...

i wonder if i'm really all that keen to find out

11:31 AM  

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