A few months ago, I decided to introduce my
Aunt to the wonders of J. Cos if you take a long car trip with me and have no musical inclinations of your own, then you get mine.
I thought I'd be unusually considerate and put on the most upbeat of all Spiritualized albums, Let It Come Down
. Swirling orchestral chaos, I thought that'd be a really nice introduction.
About halfway down the freeway, we were in a flaming screaming match.
She started it, she said "omigod, what is this dirge
I said, with justifiable indignation, "It's not a dirge, it's Jason! This is very pretty music!"
She took particular offence to the words of Don't Just Do Something
, notably that gorgeous lifting notechange of oh babe I'm going nowhere, nowhere is where I wanna be // and babe, I'm good for nothing, nothing is good enough for me.
She seemed to think that was depressing.
At which point my head exploded amid shrieks of "He's being ironic
! He's not depressing, he's ironic!"
We still haven't forgiven each other. That's the absurdity of the generation gap for ya. Thanks, J.( Collapse )
Dirge ... she's lucky I didn't play Interpol!