Music from back in my day

I recently purchased three new albums on CD…and I realised that for my kids, at least three elements of this may not make any sense by the time they are teenagers. I mean who the hell will still buy music?…and if they do why buy an album when there’s only one song that they really like? And CD’s? CD’s?! For Christ’s sake Dad, you’re embarrassing us and yourself.
So I wanted to write some timeless advice to my kids about how to enjoy music, no matter technology brings…and why they shouldn’t throw out my CD collection when they eventually put me in a home (although this can pretty much be summarised by ‘there’s a CD of the Dandy Warhol’s debut album signed by the whole band…you don’t want to know what Daddy did to get it…but it’s probably worth some money now’).


In the past bands have released the ‘best’/’most likely to move units’ song off their album…in the hope that you would purchase the whole album. That was basically the choice, if you wanted to buy a single song, you bought the single…if you wanted more than one you bought the album. But of course nowadays you can simply grab individual tracks from an album, and ignore the rest. This is CHEATING!
Look, I like chocolate, and I like eggs, and I’m willing to tolerate flour…as individual ingredients they range from tolerable to delicious…but all combined, they can make an amazing cake (or a horrifying breakfast). And that’s what the band wants you to eat (the cake that is…not the breakfast). They have structured the album to be enjoyed as a whole, not broken up into individual elements and digested in isolation. So even if you don’t like some of the songs on the first listen, you should always buy the whole album. If for no other reason than there will be songs that on the first couple of listens don’t do anything for you…but suddenly start to grow on you, until they are the songs you want to listen much more than the song you originally bought the album for.

Hi Fidelity

No doubt by the time you read this, you will have no problem streaming enormous audio files at full quality anywhere you want (unless the NBN got scrapped and you have an elaborate network of strings and cans), but in my day we had to make a choice between high quality sound that took a long time to arrive, and lower quality sound that was there whenever we wanted it. We thought about this for about 6 seconds, and decided that we wanted our music now, now, NOW! and so the mp3 was born.
Now I’m not one of these people who demands that you listen to everything on vinyl*, and on a stereo* that has valve powered amps* and was designed by some German artisan who died while making it…but I do beg that you at least listen to music at the highest quality setting you can get, and that you get yourself some decent headphones. I have lost count of the number of times I’ve listened to a song through decent headphones or speakers and heard a whole new parts of the song I’d never heard before.

The music you listen to from age 16 to 22 will be the best music ever

Now clearly this isn’t true, because everyone knows that the best music ever made was released from 1991- 1997 (which coincidentally was when I was 16 – 22), but I’m sure that you will believe something to the contrary. Because the music you listen to from 16 – 22 will be the soundtrack to your teen angst, your first love, the inevitable first break up, freedom, repression, sex, drugs and haircuts that you will regret for the rest of your life. But most importantly, you will have large amounts of time to totally immerse yourself in music. You will have time to listen to songs over and over again…and it’s this repetition that will hardwire the songs into your brain and inextricably link them with the incredible emotions you are feeling and give these songs a potency and resonance that words cannot describe.
Nonetheless I will tell it’s rubbish and demand you turn it down, and, if my worst fears are realised, will insist you listen to music from 1991 – 1997 so that ‘you can hear some real music’. I apologise in advance.

Go see live music

No doubt by the time you are reading this, you will be able to access any concert anywhere in the world, and listen to it in crystal clear audio and with HD vision. But this is not the same as being there. You won’t feel the entire audience being won over as Beth Gibbons lays her soul bare by singing one line in ‘Over’ with such passion and intensity that 10,000 people at Festival Hall think she is singing to them, you won’t feel the sheer power of Dana Colley playing two saxophones at once, you wont feel the euphoria as DJ Shadow drops the beat on Organ Donor and every person around you collectively loses their shit. You won’t feel it, because you weren’t there, you weren’t part of that moment.
So get out and see as much live music as you can. Because one day all of this will have past you by, and you’ll be writing blogs about music to your kids instead of going out and seeing a band.
If genetic selection is true, then you will hopefully have inherited my love of music and your mother’s musical talent and will be able to actually play music AND have a fantastic music collection. But even if you don’t, music should be one of the most important things in your life. So whether you stream it, or play it, or it is fed directly into your cerebral cortex via a chip, expose yourself to as much music as you can and remember if a music style exists, then there is someone out there who is doing it well enough for you to listen it…you just need to find them. And most importantly, if anyone other than Daft Punk tries to make music with a vocoder or autotune…you just ignore it…just ignore it.


* Just Google these and stop trying to make me feel older than I already do!

2 thoughts on “Music from back in my day”

  1. As always, thoughtful advice for any offspring. The live event moments are, of course, awesome, but why do you no longer mention former firm faves, such as ‘baby got back’ and ‘bust a move’. Do your advancing years brush such moments from your mind, or are you feeling that only the higher forms of the art should be recommended for your Offspring? (Which now makes me think ‘pretty fly for a white guy ‘ was in the best music years ever.)


    1. Ok look. One of the wonderful things about writing a blog and sending it out to the ether is that you are relatively anonymous and so you can write with a relatively reckless disregard for the truth…what you don’t need is people bringing to life certain parts of your life that you may well have tried to gloss over (or just flat out pretend never happened).
      So alright, yes…I may have purchased House of Pain’s self titled album. Would I have been better off just buying the single ‘Jump Around? Undoubtedly yes…but then I would have missed the magic of ‘Shamrocks and Shenanigans’. And yes, I may have purchased ‘The Spaghetti incident’ by Guns n Roses. And I’ll admit that I really liked Live, and Everclear, and Blink 182…and yes, I even liked Offspring (but I assure it was not ‘Pretty fly for a white guy’ era Offspring.)
      But nobody needs to know this. This is the internet dammit! We care not for accuracy or awkward truths (unless that awkward truth is ‘I can’t really do a backflip…and here’s the video proof’), this is my chance to rewrite history in such a way that I appear cool and popular, and you sir, are ruining it!
      But as this is the internet, and a blog post comment is worth roughly 25 face book likes and 10 retweets on Twitter, then I am contractually obliged to thank you for your comment.
      However I will not thank you for your slanderous accusation about ‘Baby got back’…I only liked that song for the film clip…I mean the articles…I only read that for the articles.
      As for ‘Bust a move’…it’s still in my top 5 dance songs of all time…and I will never recant this single truth.

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