Monday, February 18, 2008

Reflections on Music

Or, what kids today don't get

When I was in high school in the early 1990s, I didn't appreciate Pearl Jam. Perhaps I just didn't like the people who listened to them and wrote the band name on their backpacks. Lately I find that half their stuff was good and the other half is crap-your-pants awesome.

In college I thought Dave Matthews was a genius, and his Band was brilliant. Today, I'm not sure why. Besides the fact that a girl I liked was really into him.

I used to like Better Than Ezra but was concerned that made me a woman. Now I realize that they are awesome and it doesn't make me a woman at all.

I used to like Gin Blossoms but was concerned that made me a huge woman. Now I still like them and I have learned that it does in fact make me a huge woman, but I'm confident enough in myself that I can admit such on the blog-o-sphere.

I always felt as though I should like Red Hot Chili Peppers, but after they released their twentieth consecutive song featuring some variation of "California" in the title, I decided it was okay to ignore them. Although Flea is in some good movies.

And through all the years, as I have grown to become the sum of all my experiences and observations, and matured in my tastes and preferences, I can still say that I despise Aerosmith. Steven Tyler, your sole justification in the history books will be contributing 50% of the genetic material for Liv Tyler.

9 comments:

Carl Spackler said...

dude i am totally with you. i can't stand AeroSmith. i mean who writes a song called "Dude Looks Like a Lady"?

i also heard that Steve Tyler is the father of that Minka Kelly girl...she's the hot brunette on Friday Night Lights.

B.E. Earl said...

One of my biggest problem with the 80's, and I've got tons of issues with that particular decade, was the re-emergence of Aerosmith thanks to Run DMC.

If they would have just left it all alone, I could still say that I kinda liked that band that did "Sweet Emotion" once.

Now, not so much.

And Tyler is also responsible for 50% of Mia Tyler. I dig a plus sized girl most any day of the week, but this one is a train wreck almost all the time.

slappy said...

Dude Looks Like a Lady is a very poor man's Lola.

There is the Steven Tyler paternity test: check the lips.

miss kendra said...

i agree about pearl jam. i was ok with them before, but lately i find that i missed out on some good shit.

as for the chili peppers, they have some ok songs. i don't love them, but they're perfectly listenable. and they do a nice live show.

Kat said...

I'm a woman and i don't like Gin Blossoms. Does that earn me a package?

Tits McGee said...

I hated all those bands except the RHCP, whose first three albums I loved. After Hillel Slovak died and they stopped shooting smack, their music started to suck it. Kendra's right about their live shows, though.

In the early 90s, I was a for reals Riot Grrrl and listened to bands like Fugazi, Bikini Kill, the Lunachicks, and Nation of Ulysses.

I'm so fuckin' square now.

Also, I'd totally do Mia Tyler.

amera hearts said...

i agree about areosmith although...i find it odd and awesome that they wrote the pink song. also, i think you have to note his freakishly huge mouth in the history books as well.

i also like gin blossoms. i'm not sure if it is them or the fact that my VERY hot lab partner in college always made me mixed tapes with their songs and i would imagine wiping all the beakers and whatnot off the table and just going at it....

oops, tmi!

slappy said...

Kendra: Perhaps it is a sign of our maturity. When we're 60 and sipping brandy we'll play Ten and discuss the political situation in Damascus.

Kat: No, that just makes you superhot. Gin Blossoms act as a femininity enhancer, not a gender toggle.

Tits: I haven't heard of those bands, but they sound hot and intimidating.

Amera: Getting busy on a lab table is a quick way to get a brightly stained ass.

Not that I know. A friend of mine...

Ɯbermilf said...

When I was in school, everyone thought Cab Calloway was the cat's pajamas.

We'd crank up the Victrola and dance until the punch bowl ran empty.