Image courteously stolen from Frank Zammiello.
There’s not really any interesting news to report over here, unless you consider the current Dutch/Russian friendship (largely over a gasline) newsworthy.
So, how about some general complaining? I’ve written elsewhere that I find it vexing when I hear people say they "don’t watch television." The lesson I’ve learned in my life is that it’s not wise to generalize. One may as well say they don’t watch movies, don’t listen to music, don’t read books, don’t drink liquids, etc. Within general categories there are good elements and there are totally tawdry, shitty elements.
Now, I can understand certain instances when one wants to steer clear of specific things. Subjectively seen, some products come pre-desecrated by the Public’s approval. There are many books I won’t touch for this reason–the Celestine Prophecy, Da Vinci Code, Harry Potter, and Life of Pi, for instance. And, since Casey recently brought it up, there are times when I’m deeply embarrassed to admit I’m a fan of Thompson or Bukowski. Too much infatuation with the lifestyles and myths: drinking, fighting, drugs, fucking. . . it’s all bullshit. What about the words? I checked out that piece of crap show, "Californication" over the summer. I made it five minutes into the pilot and shut it off out of disgust. [ED: Indeed, a terrible, terrible program. That you can recognize this fact guarantees your continued employment here.] It was the same pathetic concept, the rallying cry of superficial Bukowski sycophants: that the writer who drinks will magically make women go down on their knees with one pensive look from his sotted eyes. Jesus.
Okay. I am going somewhere with all this. You see, last week a friend of mine from Ireland had his friend visiting, and we all gathered at the bar for some healthy confab. We were on the subject of music, and of course, this was one of those guys who had to say he "hates the Beatles."
I’ve heard that line before, and I’m sorry, I never believe it. I completely respect people’s individual tastes and I don’t care what a person listens to. But when it comes to someone disliking the Beatles, I’m completely incredulous. I can understand protesting out of rebellion, sure. If everyone likes the Beatles, it probably feels good to rebel against the popular vote.
The crux of the Fab Four-hating argument simply doesn’t hold up to scrutiny. The Beatles have different periods and productions, so it’s difficult to generalize their output. For fuck’s sake, openly stating dislike for the Beatles is akin to openly stating dislike for Melody, and therefore Music. If you’re honestly telling me the charisma (cue Mike Damone speech. . .) and melody of the Beatles don’t make you happy, okay. Resist all you want. Given that human brains, for the most part, are universally similar, certain melodies are experienced as pleasurable. [ED: I’ve had this argument with certain well-resepcted individuals in the music community, to no avail.] I’ve found the Beatles to be universally accepted for these very reasons, except by lying douchebags. I’ve never met a child in my life who doesn’t like the Beatles, and I’d guess that such staunch rejection only evolves after careful thinking. It’s the initial reaction that counts, in my eyes. . . not the constructed follow-up opinion.
Agh, I don’t really care, as I said, what people like or dislike in music. But in this case? Enough already. Everyone likes the Beatles. [ED: Or else they’re tone-deaf, mentally compromised, sociopathic, or as you so delicately put it, douchebags.]