Newsflash: as a 30 something father of three with grey hairs poking out of the side of my head, I’m just not as cool as I used to be. I don’t have the interest in keeping up with what’s hip in music and my tastes really aren’t that hip anyway, they’ve digressed into mostly eccentric prog and metal with a little dub-step thrown in. Ok, maybe I’m still a little cool, dub-step, so they tell me, is cutting edge.
All that is to say that indie rock doesn’t really turn my crank anymore, it’s more a concession I make, music that I can appreciate and won’t make my wife’s face wrinkle up into a look of distaste.
Listening to the Slate Culture Gabfest this week led me to an interesting article and follow-up on the demise of Indie Rock, is it our generations contribution to Adult Contemporary? At first glance, the assertion that new albums by artists like Wilco and Feist are to be played in the back ground at your next wine tasting seems incredulous. These bands come from the school of alternative and underground, don’t they? Or are they safe music that you can put on to appease your spouse, your parents and your kiddies all at the same time?
I think it’s an interesting idea, we are adults now aren’t we? So what is our musical contemporary? You can find the main article in New York magazine and a rebuttal at Salon.com.
I made a great last minute decision on Saturday in choosing to go to the season opener of the Vancouver Whitecaps. I gambled that after a hour and some drive, my friend Matt and I would be able to find some scalped tickets. We had to wait until a few minutes before kick off, but ended up with a fair deal.
The first “feminist” I ever liked, I got to know while tree planting. I had previously found them too one sided for my liking, obviously my male ego can be challenged and stretched by the views of a feminist. I always found them angry, one sided and unfair. Please don’t think I am or was a total chauvinist, just a little ignorant of views that were not my own.
