Music
Music and culture are inseparable. I can’t write about one without bringing in story, context, and the time and space it lives in. I have no interest in reviewing music. It’s hard enough just trying to explain it. This is, essentially: my brain on music.
Spotify should be a revelation. And often I do think of how amazing it is that I live in a time where I can think of any song, any piece of music and have it to listen to in seconds, all at the low low cost of £9.99 per month. Where I think it becomes problematic is when it becomes like having a huge table with a buffet, but this buffet has everything you could ever think to eat.
I used to say that if you sat still long enough, the world comes to you. That’s how it felt. The fame of the people was never the point. The famous were sucked into the same orbit as the rest of us.
What will always win me over is a singer who just makes extraordinary noises. This goes beyond singing a song. This is more than performing a song. This is a song bursting out of the singer.
Freebird was more like an orgy of guitars and you could never just start at the guitar section. You’d have to build to it.
