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The 13-yr-old me wouldn't recognize the 31-yr-old me's music tastes.
I finally figured it out. My favorite genres of songs are as follows...
Songs about heroin, real or metaphorical. Songs where a black rapper menaces white ppl, esp. cops. Songs by, for & about teen girls.
So I guess I don't really listen to everything.
Tupac hasn't released a new album in awhile. I wonder what he's been up to.
Decemberists: New sound is old sound: short, sweet, sepia-toned. Melodies shine, slide guitar sparkles, old-timey wordplay reigns supreme.
Robyn: Dance pop that actually makes me want to dance. Too bad I'm late to the party again.
Sugarland: Country music for people who hated country music before discovering Sugarland. Another CD of classic rock riffs & sassy singin'.
Adele: Brand-new album already sounds classic. Young soul makes old soul sounds. A voice like this cannot be tamed.
No one could croon a rap hook quite like Nate Dogg. RIP.
Celebrating St. Patrick's Day w/ Van Morrison's "Astral Weeks." As if I needed an excuse to listen to music.
Eisley: Kids grow up, get divorced, rock out. Sad & Smarter songs are true. Less gorgeous, more aggressive, new sound seems transitional.
This new #Eisley CD is growing on me. Like grass in your yard when the snow melts away.
Currently listening to another country icon, Dolly Parton. God, she's great. So sassy! My education continues.
If a female singer can be described as sassy, chance are I'm a fan. Even that lil Rebecca Black has pluck!
moxie, pizazz, zeal & etc.
As I continue to listen to both of their albums on repeat, it's clear Kaiser Cartel is my favorite band of the last year.
I can't defend Katy Perry as a singer, artist or sex symbol. But damn, Teenage Dream is like magic or something.
Bright Eyes: So distracted by insane man's skits I forgot to mention music. It's more poppy, less rootsy, more melodic... less memorable.
Leave the skits to the rappers, Bright Eyes!
On second thought, I'm being too hard on Bright Eyes. It's not their fault my expectations were higher.
Lupe Fiasco: Political party music. It's got a nice beat. Dems & Reps & their enemies can dance to it.
REM: Return to form. Everybody still hurts. Monster riffs from jangly survivors. (Really, expectations met.)
Beethoven: Most deaf.
Beastie Boys: 3 wisecrackers are wiser now, still droppin' science, passin' mics, and etc, still exceeding everything I ever expected.
Best Coast: Simple but not simplistic. Cute but not cutesy. Slightly grungy or at least, like, reverb-y. I waited too long to listen again.
Britney: Every time she comes back, I pretend I don't care. Then I get the album & play it on repeat for a month. Then I resume pretending.
The Head & The Heart: Folsky, woodsy indie rock. The band name is literal; it's where the harmony hits you.
Avett Brothers: Folksy, woodsy, mossy, enchanted, etc. More great music to get lost in (like a forest!), wherever & whenever.
Eisley, Eisley, Eisley... I wish I could get my favorite band trending.
#Eisley #Eisley #Eisley
Bon Iver: More abstract yet expansive than before. It's growing on me slowly.
Radiohead: It took even longer to grow on me, months. Better than I initially thought but...
Radiohead: They're repeating their droning non-guitar experiments & I'm repeating my dissatisfaction.
Lady Gaga: Not as avant garde as she thinks, but heavier, more industrial & more exciting than you're probably thinking.
Lady Gaga: Has anyone compared it to Ace of Base yet?
My Morning Jacket: Wow. Best surprise of the yr so far. Beauty & shock & classic-rock epicness. 1st listen floored me like nothing else.
Foo Fighters: They're back! Return to form! Rawk! At least the 4th best FF album! Damned w/ faint praise, but solid as hell.
Thompson Square: Splits the difference between Lady Antebellum (honey) & Sugarland (raw sugar).
The Band Perry: Dixie Chick w/ background bros. Sass & sap & songs that stick.
Paul Simon: Unsurprising: Another beautiful comeback record. Shocking: Guitar album of the yr?
Weird Al: His parodies still amuse my inner 13-yr-old, but it's his originals that amaze my inner 32-yr-old. No joke.
Baseball Project: No sophomore slump here. Each & every song is a triple, at least.
Waking up to Nat King Cole on the turntable.
Watch the Throne: This is monocle music!
Watch the Throne: The soundtrack to playing Monopoly with actual money.
Watch the Throne: Music to burn dollar bills to.
Watch the Throne: I can't tell if it sounds good, or if it just sounds expensive. Thoughts?
Mumford & Sons: Is there still room on the bandwagon? The banjo makes me jump. The songs roll along like steam-powered carts.
This week's turntable: Carole King & Billy Joel. Unfortunately not at the same time.
Death Cab for Cutie: Still winsome after all these years. Headphone music for lonely hearts.
Civil Wars: Their voices intertwine like bodies in sheets. Whispered prayers for mended hearts.
Civil Wars: If I were either singer's partner, I would not approve of this band. Joy & John Paul are way too intimate!
Rootsy, folksy, acoustic, harmonic... I've listened to this stuff a steamboatload this year. What to call it, Americana?
REM: I'm missing them way more than I thought I would.
St. Vincent: Weeks later, she's still melting my face. She's also implanting her gorgeous melodies directly into my brain.
The Runaways are the best jailbait rock band of all time!
She & Him Xmas album: Totes cozy. It's not too early to celebrate, is it?
Cake: The return of deadpan rock/pop... funk? How do u classify? Why do I luv it? When did I forget they're 1 of my faves?
Cake: Despite or because they sound exactly the same?
Not that I've been listening to it or anything, but the last Avril Lavigne album is surprisingly profane for, well, an Avril Lavigne album.
Bjork: Beats & strings & wildwoman howls. Listenable, even likeable, but law of diminishing returns and all that.
Tori Amos: Classical song cycle about goddesses or something. Listenable, even likeable, but see previous tweet.
MyMorningJacket & DeathCab: Still listening to both on repeat. Shocking! MMJ revives classic rock. DeathCab's still like sad and stuff.
Florence + Machine: Expansive, pseudo-mystical, big-bigger-biggest. Sound is great, songs r just good. I miss her old eclecticism.
Lykke Li: Fantastic solo female pop-rock, sure. But overrated by indie critics who don't listen to any other solo female pop-rock.
Feist: The album I never knew I wanted her to make. Not as immediately poppy, but richer, more rewarding. Perfect for lonely times.
Miranda Lambert: My fave country star kills me w/ kindness this time. Killer riffs, killer metaphors, but less, um, killing.
Pistol Annies: Miranda Lambert forms a posse, gets drunk, burns down a house. Adorable! That's the Miranda I fell in love with.
Sunny Sweeney & Ashton Shepherd: 2 more country chicks I just discovered. My ghost from Christmases past continues shaking his head.
