Yeah, so, I would never say that I was cool when it came to music. I was always pretty lame.
Now, I’m even more lame. I am almost completely clueless when it comes to new music. I know the bands/singers by name, because I read
gossip entertainment sites and magazines, but I don’t actually know their music.
Of course, being completely ignorant of new music has its benefits. Remember that song “Call Me Maybe” that everyone was obsessed with last year? I heard that song about six months after it was a thing, and that’s only because it was on “So You Think You Can Dance.” I don’t think I have ever heard a Justin Beiber song. It’s OK to be jealous.
I hardly ever buy music. The last album I bought was Adele’s “21” and that was – what? – two years ago. I know, I know. Don’t laugh at me. I’m a 42-year-old white lady. I’m genetically predisposed to love Adele.
I have satellite radio in the car, but I spend most of the time listening to the 80s station, the old school rap station or the news. I rarely put it on a station that will introduce me to new music. Mighty, mighty good man David is way cooler than me when it comes to music. He listens to the college radio station in the car. He listens to cool people such as Santigold and TV on the Radio and other bands that I only know of because he mentioned them to me.
Like a lot of things in my life, this reminds me of an episode of “The Simpsons” — in particular this exchange between Homer and Marge in the “Homerpalooza” episode.
Homer: I was in a record store, and they were playing all these bands I’d never heard of. It was like the store had gone crazy.
Marge: Record stores have always seemed crazy to me. Music is none of my business.
Homer: That’s all well and good for you, but I used to rock and roll all night and party every day. Then it was every other day… now I’m lucky to find half an hour a week in which to get funky. I’ve got to get out of this rut and back into the groove.
In this conversation I’m both Homer and Marge. I used to be Homer, but I’ve turned into Marge. “Music is none of my business.” How sad is that.
When I was a kid, we always had the radio on. And then when MTV launched, we switched from the stereo always being on to MTV always being on. There was always music on in the house, and music was a big part of my childhood. My mom and my sister love to dance, and they are good. Me? Well, I dance like this:
I don’t want you to think we don’t play music for The Spawn. We play music in our house. We have a “Schoolhouse Rock” station on Pandora that The Boy seems to really like. I also play a lot of classic R&B and soul like Wilson Pickett, or we listen to the Beastie Boys, because I’m trying to raise my son right, while David plays bands like The Kinks.
But this is all music we already know. It’s old stuff. I don’t have a lot of new music in my life. Basically, when it comes to music, I’m not trying hard enough.
Everyone is talking about the new Daft Punk album, so I’m streaming it right now while I write this. (It’s funky as hell. I’m really enjoying it. I suspect “Get Lucky” is going to be stuck in my head for a while.) Every time I hear a Vampire Weekend song I think, “This is a good song.” Vampire Weekend just released a new album, and I’m going to listen to it, dammit!
There’s a lot of music out there, and I don’t know where to start. I need your help, you guys. What should I be listening to? What do you like? Help a sister out!