A spontaneous autobiographical disclosure. A free-form slo-mo listening party. A song a day. Yours to enjoy.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Delivered from snobbery
Upon first hearing Bablicon, I admit I crassly shrugged them off. However eclectic my tastes at the time, I was a jazz snob. I misread their shambling, freewheeling approach as a lack of chops, the sound of rock dudes trespassing into the domain of rarefied improvisation. I saw musicianship as an end in itself, convinced that if you were going to dive into free music, the price of admission was technical facility with all existing music forms. Not surprisingly, this made for a pretty academic way of enjoying music, and yes, I was kind of a drag. But like any good reformed person, I'm happy to say those days are well past. Life is beautiful. Now dig this weird monster jam.
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