March 21, 2008
I hardly ever discuss music with colleagues. It's pointless, because if I try to explain what I like they will either shrug or laugh in my face. There's nothing to win, so I don't bother. It's funny (and a bit sad) though how this way my biggest passion is unknown to the people I share most time with. Of all the people at work, I'm probably even the one who talks about music the least.
Still, inevitably every now and then it just happens.
Today, during lunch break:
Dennis: "…just don't think most of the songs in the top 40 are very good."
Ben: "But they must be good. Lots of people like them."
Ben: "If lots of people like them, this means they are good. By definition."
Dennis: "I… Well… You're right."
How do you explain to someone who considers Celine Dion the absolute top of the top that you think she's, well… not that good, without seeming an asshole? If you mention that you prefer indie pop, or, in more understandable terms, 'alternative music', they think you're talking about the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
We're talking different truths here. I could try to make him see. I could try to explain the difference between catchy muzak and passionate pop. I could try to make him see that for some people (like you and I) music can be so much more. So much, much more. But why? It's like explaining to a blind and deaf man how much you like a certain movie. He won't hear you, and if he did he would have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. I'll safe myself the frustration, and take the easy way out. It's not that important.
Following Ben's logic, here are two of the worst songs ever.
1. La Buena Vida - Tardes de café
2. Cub - Tell me now