A Musical Plurality

I am going to generalize and say that nobody ever understood what the hell "indie" meant.

How many times have we repeated that the internet created this new space? I have to stop asking and enjoy the plurality by plucking out the music deliberately from this big, beautiful field of budding flowers.

In the advent of sharing links for downloading torrents, CDs may have been obsolete, too. So rarely do we burn them. There are always new ways of consuming media.

In the year 2011, I am three decades old but I listened to, for example, 20-somethings from France who called their group “Teenagers.” The music is sardonic, not always witty, but mostly libidinal and funny in a sex-typed humor. I’d like to think it’s an algorithmic result of my tastes that I ended up listening to the Bombay Bicycle Club or the Perishers – which did sound like music for organic soy, high Omega-3 tofu-eating crowd or College folk who look at the rain or autumn leaves on their windows while studying in some Boston campus.

I hear some of the latest pop from our maid and try to produce a balance it out by coercing her to listen to classical music whenever she’s nannying little I.

In this plurality, there are always the things I like. My late-nineties alternative/grunge nostalgia just won’t give in to amnesia. It all boils down to the final 30GB you saved on your iPod.

I remember a tweet from a November evening while listening to Jazz with my 17-month old son. It’s old, but it never sounds like a broken record. The tweet goes: Coltrane & Davis sounds better in warm white light, in a late November evening breeze where I can’t tell what’s random from what’s precise.