In the past couple of years, I’ve been pretty haphazard about obtaining new music. I used to be more of a keener. Like most people, I’d feel frustration when a band I had come to love early in their career suddenly got ‘discovered’ by the mainstream and became loved by everyone.
Over at the Good Hodgkins blog, there’s an amusing and snarky discussion of this phenomenon:
And IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not necessarily referring to the twelve albums-a-year crowd who camps out for Rob Thomas tickets; IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m referring to anyone who goes to concerts for every reason except the music. It just seems to me that people who go to concerts for sex and drugs would be better off staying at home and masturbating to internet pornography or meeting shady characters on Adult Friend Finder (more efficient means to the same ends that donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t also involve ear damage).
There are a number of good excerptable (is that a word?) sections, such as “nobody thinks long and hard about music and what it means to them and then ultimately decides to listen to Toby Keith.”