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When I was around twenty-two, I had a prepared answer ~ I probably had both a long and short answer prepared ~ for whenever anyone asked what music I was into. And they asked quite a lot. My list was honest, but it had the double, deeper purpose of also telling the questioner something about me ~ which is surely also what they intended to ask.
So I would mention Suede, the Smiths, Curve, the Cure... the Furs (no "Psychedelic" ~ that itself implying fan-familiarity), the Fall ~ Belly, the Breeders.
These bands were important to me in a way that went beyond just enjoying their sound ~ they were part of my identity, how I constructed myself, how I saw my lifestyle. They were bound up with what I wore, where I went out, the kind of friends I had and the kinds of people I found attractive. And by listing those bands, I was saying, or certainly intending to say, quite a lot about those other aspects of my life. They were the soundtrack to my little bedsit that I decorated with second-hand jumble-sale Barbie dolls; where I ate some daft diet (nothing until 4pm, then a whole cake) and sat in front of a mirror trying to make myself look like one of the models in New Woman magazine. If I told people I was into Suede, in particular ~ and I was, in particular: I was into Suede from the first single, and took them into my life more than any other band at the time ~ I was trying to say something about my skinniness, my femmeness, my feyness, why my hair was like this, why I wore those bracelets. (I know! But this was a long time ago.)
Anyway, to simplify: now I'm... now I look late-20s but am biologically a little older, ahem, I find myself relating to music in a quite different way. If someone asked me what I was "into", which they don't, so often, anymore, I would still probably come up with Bowie as the artist who I feel explains me most, but beyond that the picture would fragment to the point of near-incoherence.
In August 06, so far I have listened to and enjoyed More Fire Crew, Dizzy Gillespie, Girls Aloud, Xtina Aguilera, Boston, Cream, Jay-Z, Dean Martin, Yes. Off the top of my head. I'm not "into" those artists in the same way I was the bands I named above, but I enjoyed them. It just doesn't add up to a sense of identity anymore. I don't know what impression that would give of me, except that my tastes are relatively catholic. I got different pleasures out of listening to each, but they don't really shape much about me ~ I do sometimes drag up as Dino Martin when I'm going for cocktails, but I think that's about it.
This is in contrast to some of the whippersnappers I see and sometimes "talk" to on myspace or Livejournal, who clearly still build their lives around a band in terms of it affecting their wallpaper, their wardobes, their fringes, their friends.
Sooo... I wonder, when did YOU stop defining yourself so much in terms of the music you like, if you did? How is it affected by your age? |
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