There is a category for everything…
It seems that art cannot exist on its own: there must be some sort of pat description to define what the listeners’ expectations may be of music. I was setting up my station on my computer. I wanted an eclectic blend: there are more types of music that I enjoy than I care to list or categorize. I’ve always said that there are two types of music: good and bad. Good speaks from the heart and is passionate, played with conviction and says something to the listener. Bad is insipid, no matter how well it is played. I don’t like genres overly much. Apparently, My music – which I hope is good – can be described as “Adult Alternative.” Yeppers, boys and girls, I’m in that category with Jewel, James Taylor, R.E.M., and the like. Even Norah Jones (shudder… the queen of insipid music) breathes that rarefied air of adult alternative music. Really, I just thought that the chords that I chose were pretty.
I set up an eclectic radio station with the available artists. I know that there is a certain irony in that statement; as eclectic as possible. I like hearing Prince then John Coltrane, then Fleetwood Mac, then Muddy Waters. All of that is cool and tends to support my basic contention that all modern music is born from the blues.
Yikes… there is a whole stream of music that has resisted categorization and has finally succumbed to the need to box, package, and sell… All of that altruism to hide my jealousy! I am an honest fool… especially after my rants about the nature of truth – which I still don’t understand.
Now that was an interesting segue: Art Blakely to the Eagles… random searches do not always do the best programming. I like both but juxtaposed? But they are both good music…
