The most common rebuttal I've heard in
reference to my previous blog (other than unimportant, and
ill-informed insults) has been “well, if bands would just write
good music...” and things of that nature. Apparently some people
think musicians have been trying to write “bad” music this whole
time. All cynicism aside, the problem with the aforementioned bit of
well-intentioned advice is that “good” music is entirely
subjective. Some people define good music as anything that will sell
out an arena, while others define it as anything that moves your
soul, regardless of popularity.
Personally, I'm inclined to agree with
the latter. A platinum selling pop singer might speak volumes of
wisdom to your average pre-teen, but I'd rather be beaten with pointy
sticks than listen to that stuff. I can't agree with the notion that
yet another one of eighteen billion songs that rhyme “love” with
“above” is good just because a bunch of kids like it. On the
opposite end of the spectrum, there are plenty of people who could go
through my entire music collection, and not find a single artist they
consider “good”. So who's correct? Neither... and both.
Right about now, I could throw out a
few tired clichés like “one man's trash is another man's treasure”
to drive home my point, but I'd much rather tell you a story: I used
to work with my Dad, and I'd bring a cd player with me to work every
day. In an attempt to not rattle his nerves with disc after disc of
“extreme” Heavy Metal all day, I'd mix things up a bit with
catchier Rock fare. I'd even throw in some Outlaw Country on a rare
occasion. Sometimes he'd say “Hey, who is this? This is alright.”
and of course I happily informed him with probably far more detail
then he desired.
One day, a third party was working in
the same house as us while I was listening to some melodic Black
Metal. This previously unseen contractor walked in, and said “can
you turn the noise down?” to which I politely obliged, but not
without offering a look of mild disdain. Much to my surprise I heard
“It's called music, jackass.” from my Dad as the other guy walked
off. In addition to making me laugh, it was a moment that brought a
glimmer of pure joy into my life. After hearing comments like “it's
just noise” for as long as I can remember, finally someone showed
they understood. Not another Metal fan, or even a musician, but my
Dad of all people, defending my taste in music.
The only person in that house actually
enjoying the intense barrage coming out of those speakers was me, but
at least one other person understood that not everything is for
everyone. Some people think “Velvet Elvis” is great art, but
you'd never see something like that in an art gallery. As Mike Muir
once said, “just 'cause you don't like it, don't mean it ain't no
good”. Take Nickleback for example, they've sold truckloads of
music, and merch, but I'll be damned if I know anyone who enjoys
their output. Are they good? Someone obviously thinks so, but clearly
not everyone.
How about Insane Clown Posse, the
“world's most hated band”? I can't go much longer than a couple
weeks without seeing or hearing someone go on a rant about how much
they hate this easily-avoidable group. They've made millions of
dollars with their music, but you won't hear many people say it's
good. Following that logic one can determine that sales alone can not
define music as good, there has to be something more. There has to be
an emotional connection.
Some people get chills, or maybe even
tear up when they hear “Nessun Dorma”, but play that at a Rock
show, and you'll likely just get blank stares. Does that mean one of
the world's most famous arias is no good? Of course not! So to say
that “bands should write something good, and people will come out
to see them” is laughable. That's like saying every good cook
should be able to run a successful restaurant; it simply does not
work that way. This isn't a Kevin Costner movie; “build it, and
they will come” only works for dead baseball players.
All music is good
because it expresses genuine human emotion, or at the very least,
creativity. Even pop music written by a team of professional
songwriters for a blonde girl to sing is good in it's own way. It
takes a certain level of knowledge to be able to write the same song
over and over without people immediately realizing it's the same
thing they've already heard a billion times. (Oh darn, there I go
being cynical again.) Truthfully, there isn't very much that's new
under the sun, if anything.
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