May 27, 2009

Getting drunk at parties and ranting about music like a senile record store clerk is pretty fun. I’m not usually prone to this because I don’t know a whole lot about music.

I used to think I did and then I graduated from high school and realised No Doubt weren’t, in fact, the pinnacle of modern music and that I know nothing about anything. I actually work with music for a living and I still confess to not having the faintest idea. I think it’s a pretty safe bet to assume no matter how much of an aficionado you believe yourself to be, there’s always going to be some bastard out there who knows your favourite band and that the 7” they released back in ’89 was actually a re-release or some shit.

Anyway, when you stumble across a kindly fellow at a party who loves The Killers and Nickleback, you feel entitled to take that opportunity and run with it.

Last weekend my new mate seemed to enjoy what I was saying about music. He nodded a lot, and giggled occasionally. I think I did pretty well. Though later in the night he did refer to me as a “really cool dude”, which was mildly offensive in exchange for my pearls of wisdom. Dick. I’m off to the USA this week. Core is going global. Will think of you all when I’m stomping skulls at Propagandhi in LA.