My previous post may have given the impression I'm not keen on lovers rock.
But...anyone who reads my blog often should know by now that my taste does vary abit.
For the record.. I do like it.
I'm not big on lovers rock.. but I'm not small on it either.. it is what it is.
The 'thing' with lovers rock for me was less about the music...actually, it had very little to do with the music, in fact.. nothing, but rather what seemed to 'surround' it. At it's previous heights, what seemed to develop was a particular way of being.. an emptiness.. which at the time, bored me senseless.
Ladies with perms of one kind or another, men with little more to say than the ladies.. it was a little twee for me.
As I've mentioned, the music was fine.. but for some reason it seemed to zap the fire from the people who listened to it.
As though a part of them was awol..
A very 'permanent middled aged way of being'
I can dip in, and dip out.
I was never gonna be that girl
Yet to be fair, and on observation, every genre of music seems to impact on us as listeners in quite profound ways. Whether it's how we dress, speak, think, or behave.
Whether that music is reggae, classical, rock, indie, whatever....
Because music.... has great (metaphysical) power and influence
It's power and influence can often go unnoticed to it's listener.
Ever wonder why you feel angry or just plain pissed off in the car?
Check what you're listening to.
Turn that shit off.
Chances are the bpm is off the chain and your heart is racing faster than a fox in the country on hunt day.
A J.K classic.
I need to go paint my nails :)