Music
snobs, as opposed to fans, are a strange breed.
On one
hand they profess to love music, but dig a little deeper and what
they mean is that they love what they like.
Very
often that's just one genre.
Everything
else is rubbish.
A friend
recently commented about the cliquish nature of aficionados of folk
music, and how he has a very small degree of loathing for them.
Although
loathing may be too strong a word for it. Even when prefixed with
small.
It
actually wasn't a word that he used to be honest.
In fact I
very much doubt he lies awake at night dreaming of fire-bombing folk
clubs and burning effigies resplendent in Arran knit sweaters.
Although
he might.
I mean
you never can tell can you?
So lets
change that from minor loathing to a great deal of distaste for them.
There.
That's
better.
Anyway,
this wasn't any sort of snobbery on his part, nor was it a dig at
folk music in itself.
Or even a
jab at every single solitary folk lover.
What he
was really getting at was the attitude that is displayed from a
certain type of fan.
The sort
of fan that carries a silent eh! tagged onto the end of the
descriptive term.
The
snobbish sort.
I suspect
his distaste is actually rooted in how they consider that the music
has to fit into a neat little box, and how some woolly view on
authenticity must be adhered to.
It is the
woe betide anyone who doesn't commit to their very rigidly self
imposed views of the genre attitude that is the thing that is really
off putting.
There's
no room for growth, experimentation or much stretching of the genre
at all when that sort of view is clung to.
This is
refined and exclusive snobbery at its best.
There's
nothing very healthy about it, and thankfully it does seem to be one
that is losing its grip on people to an extent.
Or maybe
it is just shifting a bit?
Sort of
evolving into something else, but I will get to that in a bit.
In the
past, when I was a young man, we had tribes of music fans, and in
some cases never the twain could meet.
Mods vs
rockers, everyone vs punks etc etc.
There was
a minefield of unwritten rules about what you could like, and if you
liked that one thing then how you couldn't like another thing.
It was an
attitude that I was well aware of, but it didn't really have much to
do with.
Those of
a certain vintage will remember it well.
For
myself I always found it to be a strange, and petty, mindset.
(This was
probably because as the oldest of three I had no one to guide me in
discovering music and had to forge my own path forward.
Another
reason for my failure to subscribe to one tribe or another is because
I lived in a village that by dint of size didn't lend itself to
pockets of disparate music fans flourishing.
It's
entirely possible that if a had been a city kid with an older
brother, or sister, then my formative years as a music fan would have
been very different.)
Now after
decades of genres crossing over most people who claim to be music
fans are comfortable in having an eclectic range of taste.
No one
would raise much of an eyebrow any more if an individual expressed
their love of Frank Sinatra and Slayer in the same breath.
In fact
their wide tastes would be applauded.
You could
be forgiven in thinking that musical snobbery really was a thing of
the past, but it's not, and this is where the evolution of it comes
back to bite us.
Instead
of it vanishing I would claim that all the sub genres appear to have
made an alliance together in opposition to what they consider to be
the common enemy, and that enemy is pop music.
Now I
will readily put my hand up and admit freely to often bemoaning the
state of popular music, but my lack of enthusiasm isn't rooted in
snobbery, as give me what I think is a good song and I'm unashamedly
happy to tell anyone how much I like it.
I don't
care who sings it, or even if it comes from a franchise like the
x-factor.
When I
write a song off as rubbish then it is of course a subjective view,
but it is also based on my opinion that much, but not all, of popular
music is shockingly one dimensional and rarely strays from a template
that has very little artistic worth any more.
It's the
repetitive nature of much that is popular at the moment that is a
turn off.
After a
few hours of a music channel that focusses on pop music playing the
latest hits in heavy rotation I - like others who profess a love of
music - need to be kept away from sharp utensils in case I harm
myself or others.
That's
not snobbery.
That's an
aversion to a sort of chinese water torture.
Or maybe
I'm rationalizing my own loathing.
Now
here's an example of snobbery as I see it.
When
Scouting for Girls released their second album I sent some friends an
mp3 of one of the tracks without telling them who it was.
Everyone
who got a copy felt it was okay to very good.
No one
thought it was rubbish.
Or to be
more accurate no one did until they found out who it was, and then
most did.
The song
didn't matter any more, and the fact that it was a pop band was
enough to sway their opinion into the negative.
Similarly
many years ago I expressed an opinion that Luke Goss and his Band of
Thieves had released a good song and that was met with much derision
due to it being 'the guy from Bros'.
More
recently Charlie Simpson (he of Busted) has been getting played a
great deal as his solo album is in my opinion what we in the west of
Scotland would call a 'belter'.
That he
was part of a very successful boy band means little to me.
All that
matters is the song, or songs in his case.
Why is
there still some baggage hanging around what he is doing I don't
really know.
Isn't it
more relevant what his current projects are rather than what has come
before?
I suppose
my rambling about this is really just getting at one thing, and
that's that it is 2013, and while we have moved on a great deal from
the tribes fighting on Brighton beach it would seem that we still
have a way to go before the walls are completely knocked down.
That's
not to say that everyone should like everything, but just that maybe
we should all open our ears a bit more and just get down with
whatever it is regardless of the name tag that is attached to it.
There's a
great deal of good stuff out there and it is a great shame that some
of it is being ignored for nonsensical reasons.
Here's
some Charlie to enjoy.
Busted and Bros.
ReplyDeleteThe sound of the barrel being scraped.
Your dismissal of both, and the point of the blog update, just highlights that snobbery is still alive and well.
ReplyDeleteIt is heartening to see that you have sussed out how to include a name when posting a comment. It took long enough for the penny to drop.
My faith in humanity has been restored.