I’ve written about this one before but maybe not so specifically. I think before I didn’t want to listen to music in general. Now I just don’t want to listen to what I’d consider happy music. Maybe not happy content, but fast and peppy. INXS. I’m not listening to INXS when just sitting around anymore. I turn it into an intellectual inquiry when I’m listening on my commute, which Apple Music is more than happy to facilitate with its likes and dislikes. Presumably. Or that data just goes nowhere. Music’s one of those things people tend to give up on as they grow older. It’s something else you close off. You might not make a judgment; it’s not worth the energy.
I saw someone go to a concert on Instagram so I brought up the music out of curiosity. Discovered I’d heard the first track and, oh, look, I’d liked the track. It’s a heart button, but a star. Makes no sense, except someone at Apple isn’t willing to let there be hearts on the track info list. Hearts on that page are just too much.
It’s a great song and a happy song. I kept listening to the album and it’s not serious, it’s not making me think. Instead I’m lost in a really good eighties movie. It’s been like forty minutes. It’s not a perfect album, but there’s some great stuff and the weakest tracks aren’t too weak.
See, it’s like I want to review it. I always wanted to review music, but never took it seriously enough to work at it. I’m not sure why, maybe because it’s arguably more segmented—song, album—than other things. And there’s a consistency to it. Like, you can easily go back to a song, you can’t necessarily go back and read Crime and Punishment again because you really like a line in the fourteenth chapter. That use of time is a luxury. Listening to a song, enjoying it, isn’t a luxury. It’s the “people’s art.” Wait. Is it?
Anyway. Happy music. It’s a good idea occasionally. Even if I’ve lost the narrative of the album. It’s fine. I don’t need to review it. I don’t.