Your posts make me feel SO MUCH! "One truth I’ve learned from my years of music fandom is that there is no “good taste” or “bad taste” there is only “my taste” or “your taste”." So true of literary fandom too (or even notions of what is "literary" at all), and men are so desperate for their to be definitiveness, superiority of rankings, clinging to certainty, but that is not how art, or life, or the world is. (But also I once saw Coldplay at a festival and they were so boring. But also RE FEELINGS, I once lost a best friend/roommate to a relationship, and their song was "Yellow" so maybe I am biased (but omg I hate that song)). And SUBVERSIVES! It's the only song I know by that band, and I only know it because my ex-boyfriend put it on a mixtape (obviously) long ago, and we broke up, and I got rid of my mix tapes, but not too long ago I was reading my diary from the time in which I'd written the line about when resistance is low remember I know who's your favourite Pogue and I had GOOGLE IT to remember where the line was from, and then was swept down an imaginary memory lane in which I remembered all my ex-boyfriend and my happy years, even though we dated for three months and it was pretty unhappy in retrospect. MUSIC, MAN!
Your posts make me feel SO MUCH! "One truth I’ve learned from my years of music fandom is that there is no “good taste” or “bad taste” there is only “my taste” or “your taste”." So true of literary fandom too (or even notions of what is "literary" at all), and men are so desperate for their to be definitiveness, superiority of rankings, clinging to certainty, but that is not how art, or life, or the world is. (But also I once saw Coldplay at a festival and they were so boring. But also RE FEELINGS, I once lost a best friend/roommate to a relationship, and their song was "Yellow" so maybe I am biased (but omg I hate that song)). And SUBVERSIVES! It's the only song I know by that band, and I only know it because my ex-boyfriend put it on a mixtape (obviously) long ago, and we broke up, and I got rid of my mix tapes, but not too long ago I was reading my diary from the time in which I'd written the line about when resistance is low remember I know who's your favourite Pogue and I had GOOGLE IT to remember where the line was from, and then was swept down an imaginary memory lane in which I remembered all my ex-boyfriend and my happy years, even though we dated for three months and it was pretty unhappy in retrospect. MUSIC, MAN!