Music and I; have had a torrid love affair, for as long as I can remember. I am sure there are a MILLION of pieces of writing that start with that exact cliché, but the suggested metaphor is not made without reason…
For years music has made me its bitch, when I was but a child, it offered me candy, lured me into its black VW combi with a short skirt, a smile and wink it found its way in…
And for years blinded by Stockholm syndrome, music was good to me, as long as i put the lotion on my body and never tried to escape from my hole. This all changed when i joined a band. Joining a band has, among other things, the inexplicable effect of ruining most other local music for you.
You play alongside other bands and you get to see what kind of people lie behind (what on the surface) is some pretty decent music and thus begins the ruination!
Hearing a song without knowing the person behind the track; is great, you are able to enjoy the music guilt free and impute whatever personality you feel the song conveys, onto that song.
BUT if you know the person that has created the song; no matter how amazing that song is, if said person is a whiney diva twat, the music is forever ruined! It could be the best song in the world and it will be forever ruined by the “douchey” fingers and throat from which the pleasant sound emanates. At a stretch, you may be able to muster up some form of acknowledgement for the songs merit at best, but will not be able to sit through it without effort.
Ok so one song ruined, right? NO WRONG! Its ok for someones shitty personality to ruin one song but we are not talking about the exception here, it is most certainly the rule. The South African Music Scene (for the most part) is filled with wankers, I hate to disillusion you but… yip those bands you love, with their catchy tunes, stuck in your head for days… all wankers, well most of them anyway.
In view of this, if you have ever been in a band you are destined to become a very bitter hateful old man/woman incapable of joy, but that’s ok, being in a band; you were probably a wanker anyway.
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