Everybody knows one. Maybe a few. You might even be one! Of course there are the wannabes…because who wouldn’t want to be a…(dramatic pause)
That girl who’s always listening to some obscure Swedish electro-punk band. That guy who knows every classic blues artist. They’re super into that indie group whose lyrics you get up to the point where green tea becomes a metaphor for the loneliness of life. You listen to their iPod and nod your head, “Yeah, man, that’s so deep….so true….”. And wish that you were that perceptive.
That said, I must confess-
I am not a cool-music person.
Considering that I taught piano for eleven years, sing in different parameters somewhat seriously, and write songs in intense fits, this is a shameful admission. The coolest I’ve ever gotten was during our wedding- our first dance was to Eric Clapton’s Wonderful Tonight. And that was awesome. At least I think so. :)
These days my radio switches between any country station that plays newer tunes (the ones that the “true” country fans hate because they veer too close to pop) and a homogenized Top 40/pop station that I’m supposed to be too musically mature to like.
Here’s the thing. Country music makes me feel like I’m in a wildflower field wearing a green sundress making cloud pictures in the sky. Pop music makes me move, smile, dance. I am not too sophisticated to appreciate a good mood! How could I snub my nose at something everybody wants more of?
Maybe someday I’ll invest the time required to cultivate Cool Music Person taste. And invest the money for the necessary extra-large headphones that go along with it. ;)
But for now I’ll settle with happiness.