So I briefly worked alongside a guy. Let's call him Vince for the purposes of this blog post. Vince and I had several conversations about music, brief ones. One day we were listening to a Seattle radio show called Expansions, and we had the following exchange:
Vince: So I don't know about all this new stuff, but do you like old school shit?
Sam: I mean sure...what do you mean by old school shit?
Vince: You know—like real music. Ever hear of a guy named Jimmy Hendrix?
Sam: [purses lips, squints eyes, and massages temples with fingers]
Vince: In my opinion man, music died in the nineties. Hey, you like Nirvana?
Sam: [glassy-eyed gaze into the distance, followed by flexing of jaw muscles]
I said nothing, because that's what I do when I'm truly and utterly at a loss—when someone says something so outrageously divergent from what I believe, that clearly it's not just our music tastes that are misaligned—it's our whole perception of reality. To Vince, "music" consisted of a list of about 175 songs all written between the years 1972 and 1994, all owned by the same four record companies, and all played on the same classic rock station.
If music is dead, then here's one of my favorite forms of reanimated zombified flesh: loop-pedal based magic. It's a whole art form, a stunning fusion of technology and musical vision. It's a marvelous, exciting world of musical creation out there, and I suspect this is only the beginning. Check out these guys: