Almost a year ago I read an interview with Darren Hayman, titled "5 Tunes You Should Have But Probably Have not Heard ", in which-just-asked him who made the unforgettable great Hefner to illustrate his musical tastes through five musical quotations. Before you rattle off a series of obscure object names the large and small audiences, Hayman made a reflection that at the time I hit a lot, in a few lines ciò a cui io erano anni che giravo intorno:
" I find it easy to like tunes that other people haven’t heard of. In some ways it almost defines my taste. I don’t really see the point in owning music that you are likely to hear every day on the radio or TV or in a shop. The other day I bought the Kate Nash album, I quite like it, its OK, but I don’t listen to it because every time I go out all I hear everywhere I go is bloody Kate Nash.
I know it’s elitist and snobbish to go to extreme lengths to listen to music that no body else knows, but I’m really surprised that more people don’t do it. I suppose for many people music is a group bonding thing, Being part of a collective and singing along to Angels by Robbie Williams in a field (I'm not down on Angels That by the way is the end song) But for many of my favorite gigs I Have Been Less Than in audiences of 20 people .
While recognizing the importance of knowing how to be even national-popular, I am especially pleased to be in agreement with the initial intuition ("I find it easy to like tunes That Have not heard of other people. in Some Ways it Almost DEFINEs my taste ") that the disk be a niche is something that affects on the listener like no-one can think bitterly at-surface image of saying that we wants to build and want to give to others, but to the quality and style of his own taste, which is modeled after the thin red line that links a certain type of production, perhaps musically diverse, under the banner of independence, the naivete of distance oxymoron "cultural industry". This is not to deny that, objectively, for some, the show forced a musical elitism is no more than a little seedy and sophisticated attempt to appear credible in the eyes of others and especially themselves. In the end, reminds me 'the distinction that existed in English society between the snob and dandy: while the first part of the mass by nature and tries desperately through its eccentricity, look different, the latter is inherently free from any social etiquette and do not care, in a discreet and ironic that its individualissimo pleasure.
In an interview published last week and granted on the occasion of promoting his upcoming new album, the dandy-I do not want-Hayman returned to the topic by adding a significant gradient:
" I think of it as my duty as a songwriter to listen to as much off-beat music and obscure as possible. Nobody has ANY USE for Another songwriter inspired by the Beatles and the Velvet Underground .
Basically the idea is the same and just replace the word "singer" with "curious listener" to be back in full agreement. Much remains hidden music simply because it is rare and precious as are the truffles blacks or obscure work of Matteo Brighi, and then, if you do not want to limit the ephemeral pleasure of mixed songs ready for the spot of a car, that is worth dirtying your hands to go and look where others are perhaps too insecure to venture. The reward is the pleasure discreet, intimate, private, even some 'futile-and why not? - Vain to enjoy something that the abuse and the recovery have not yet emptied of meaning.
All right, if not for a curious heterogenesis ends. Darren Hayman played Friday night at a festival in Madrid and I'm not going to see it. I heard about the concert too late, tickets, or better, subscriptions were sold out. Among other things, it was not a show anyone, but at last his words-to-listen live footage of the Hefner (a past which, for him, is almost a foreign land). That is to say an event whose historical evidence, as well as a unique opportunity to make peace with his life. To make sense of everything else. Yet, I once I took the train and another even though the plane to go see him play, Yesterday I did not take even a metro (to say the truth, metaphorically, I took the subway and I also tried to enter, but the two assholes on the door, and with their indie-rimmed black glasses and their badges we thought had a lot of fucking cool, they have ignored my existential drama).
way home I tried to do with a reason, and I told myself to blame, after all, was not mine, but what I had just taught him. Even Darren Hayman would go to one of their sold-out concert. But this did not make me feel better, even a bit '.
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