Showing posts with label bad taste. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad taste. Show all posts

Monday, 21 November 2011

Advice Part 29- Daggy musical taste

I have loved music for as long as I can recall. But whilst I am an enthusiastic listener, my musical taste could best be described kindly as "eclectic", and not-so-kindly as "absolutely woeful."


Case in point- my first "musical purchase" was a John Farnham single which I bought with money I had received for my sixth birthday.


As if my liking for John Farnham wasn't bad enough in and of itself, I must admit that I STILL HAVE the single in question.

And listen to it. Occasionally.

My musical taste has evolved (somewhat) since then, but I do still have a bit of a liking for some VERY daggy music.

My advice to young players is that liking daggy music is all well and good, but it is best to make sure that said songs are removed from your iPod BEFORE you allow somebody to have a look through your playlists.


 How do I know this? Read on.....

On Sunday night, I was having a conversation with a friend about musical tastes, and the following occurred:
  • Him: What sort of music do you like?
  • Me (vaguely): Oh, just about everything.....
  • Him: Sounds interesting (pause).....Hey, do you mind if I have a look through your iPod?
  • Me : What? Err, my iPod? Oh, you don't want to do that!
  • Him: Yes, I do. I'm curious to see what's there. 
 


With some reluctance, I handed over the iPod. There was a bit of a pause as he scrolled down the list. Then:
  • Him: So, you like the B52s?
  • Me (blushing furiously): Ha ha ha! Err, yes.....
  • Him: And the Bee Gees?
  • Me (wanting to curl up and die): Yep. Them too.
  • Him: And look, Billy Joel!
  • Me (weeping silently): Yes, Billy Joel
  • Him: Oh! But there's the Beastie Boys! I almost missed them.
  • Me (frantically): Yes, the Beastie Boys...The others are just there for fun.
  • Him: Hmm, right.
Fortunately, he gave up after the "Bs", so he didn't discover Cold Chisel, Kylie Minogue, and Outkast lurking further down the list. Thank God.

But I STILL maintain that "shake it like a Polaroid picture" is an immortal song lyric.