It Is Not Just Noise
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Somebody tonight said hardcore all sounds the same. I asked how much of it he’d actually listened to. `”Enough.”` This is one of those answers that means none. I don’t care if people dislike it. Really. I dislike plenty of music. What irritates me is the confidence with which people declare something empty because they haven’t learned its vocabulary. If you don’t know what you’re listening for, differences disappear. That’s true of music, painting, wine, computers, probably almost everything. Looking is not the same as seeing. Hearing is not the same as listening. Anyway, ten minutes later I was dancing and no longer conducting cultural education.
Better use of time.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.