Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly.
He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
How you can listen to out of tune, untalented semi-amateur musicians like the Rolling Stones and Led Zepplin and simultaneously appreciate harmonic/melodic geniuses like Sinatra and his accompanists/arrangers/composers is totally beyond me, Booman. It’s not about idiom or style…music is either in tune or out of tune, in good time or out of good time, hooked into the immutable laws of the cosmos or not hooked into the cosmos…so I can only guess it’s about societization, the hype of one’s adolescent years and good ol’ nostalgia.
Whatever…Sinatra and his co-workers are like great architects and the high-level craftsmen who build their buildings to last for centuries whereas the Stones and Led Zepplin are more about a quick jerkoff in the back seat of Daddy’s car raised to the level of media-hyped so-called “culture.”
No Booman, I am not a snob. I am an artist. About the only thing that I really want in the world is to see our culture decontaminated from the poisonous hype under which it presently lives. That would benefit everyone. It would benefit me, my family, my friends, my country and the rest of the world. Everyone. I have lived in subcultures where…for at least some period of time, for as long as they could resist the ongoing metastasis of the corporate American cultural cancer…bullshit music and bullshit art were not the norm. It is a glorious thing to experience. I wish that experience for you. I wish that experience for everyone who can handle it. It is life-changing. It is life-affirming. It is epiphanal.
Does that make me a snob in your eyes?
So it goes.
The real deal?
Like this.
Not “snobbery.” Real passion. Real joy. Real music.
How you can listen to out of tune, untalented semi-amateur musicians like the Rolling Stones and Led Zepplin and simultaneously appreciate harmonic/melodic geniuses like Sinatra and his accompanists/arrangers/composers is totally beyond me, Booman. It’s not about idiom or style…music is either in tune or out of tune, in good time or out of good time, hooked into the immutable laws of the cosmos or not hooked into the cosmos…so I can only guess it’s about societization, the hype of one’s adolescent years and good ol’ nostalgia.
Whatever…Sinatra and his co-workers are like great architects and the high-level craftsmen who build their buildings to last for centuries whereas the Stones and Led Zepplin are more about a quick jerkoff in the back seat of Daddy’s car raised to the level of media-hyped so-called “culture.”
So it goes.
WTFU.
AG
People make music. Some are professional about it. Some have no idea what they are doing.
You are a snob.
No Booman, I am not a snob. I am an artist. About the only thing that I really want in the world is to see our culture decontaminated from the poisonous hype under which it presently lives. That would benefit everyone. It would benefit me, my family, my friends, my country and the rest of the world. Everyone. I have lived in subcultures where…for at least some period of time, for as long as they could resist the ongoing metastasis of the corporate American cultural cancer…bullshit music and bullshit art were not the norm. It is a glorious thing to experience. I wish that experience for you. I wish that experience for everyone who can handle it. It is life-changing. It is life-affirming. It is epiphanal.
Does that make me a snob in your eyes?
So it goes.
The real deal?
Like this.
Not “snobbery.” Real passion. Real joy. Real music.
So that goes as well.
AG
Ravi Shankar is dead.
Frank had been popular in his generation and his music will remained in the hearts of people that knew his songs.