The purpose of this blog is to write about music. I am not a music critic, I don't really consider myself very good at writing about music. I am not a musician - I just dabble. My talent is listening to music.So what does a listener do with all the collected thoughts, emotions, images, anecdotes, and opinions? Blog. Of course. What does this listener listen to? Although I am not genre specific, I will seldom be listening to the latest Top 40. I've been listening to music since I was a little wisp of a thing... that's me over there with my Raggedy Ann. I am old enough to have loved Elvis, and to have been blown away by The Beatles, but my passion is new music. My tastes run to all things indie/alternative, to folk and all the freaky and electronic things one can do to folk, to noise in all its forms - from the ear-splitting to the soft gauzy wash to the beeps and blips of outrageous fortune, to the psychedelic and even, on occasion, to the proggy. I will sometimes take a notion to spend my days with Dance or World or Jazz, but mostly the airwaves around me are filled with rock and pop music.
A word about pop music. Pop is not a dirty word. That is something I had to come to grips with and I now embrace the word and all of its connotations. From Abba to the Zutons, there is delicious goodness in pop. I often refer to things others call rock or post-rock or indie (or one of the bizillion other genre tags that float through the ether) as simply pop. Don't be offended... pop is good, pop is great. Except the pop that is awful. But I'm sure we'll get to that, too.
I be off now to do some listening... I'll return soon with some thoughts, opinions, recommendations, and who knows what else.
