Music has become a hiding place from everyday mundane, repetitive life for me. As long as the music is good, I escape into a world filled with rhythms and melodies that coax my aching soul. This, I believe, is the reason for my undying passion and love for this median. Without it, I'm not quite sure where I would be. I'd still be here, but my identity would probably be found in less beloved entities, and perhaps more tragic ones.
I made a playlist yesterday after receiving poor news of one of my favorite bands' breakup, Copeland. I decided to reminisce by sorting through my favorite songs of theirs, and adding some bands that I started to love directly after I fell for my boys from Lakeland. Their artistic demise under this moniker is unfortunate, but I'll always have the four (five if you include Dressed Up & In Line b-side collection) albums, particularly one of my favorite albums of all-time Beneath Medicine Tree.
I'm obsessed with music, and this infatuation will not quickly fade.
Yesterday was spent in an asinying fashion. At first, I was quite intrigued, but later, I was rather disgusted. Once through the new album for the new Hawk Nelson, and I flat-out can't stand it. What disgusts me is that there are people that actually listen to this! I mean, really? I've confided to a couple people that I really don't know what to say for it without straight up bashing it. There's really nothing good I can say about it; it's just awful. The fact that this is a bad album does not really bother me; it's the fact that there are people out here, more than I can fathom, that think this is actually good quality! I've never been one to poke at other people for listening to crappy music, to each his own, but even most releases, there's some shred, at least, of redemptive quality or talent. But Hawk Nelson just doesn't have it. They might have some time ago, but they don't now. It's like they're playing as simple as they possibly can in order to please their fans.
I was reading the "PReview" of this CD on Jesusfreakhideout.com, and they had nothing but good things to say...excuse me? Did you say "good things"?! **Rubbing eyes to make sure they're not blinded by fiction** I mean, is it me? Am I that snobbish and stuck-up about music? Is art really not based off of an overall communal viewpiont, but only a personal one? If so, who's to say that this isn't "good" to someone else? In other words, who am I to say that it isn't good? I hate bashing someone else's art; I never used to have a problem with it. As an amateur reviewer (hopefully one day, a professional one), I have no choice but to base it off of the comparison to other art within the same genre based on skill, overall lasting value, musicianship, etc. Ah, subjectivity, say it ain't so!