A Quick Lyric

OK, so I am behind on my blogging. I apologise.

And what’s worse is that The Darjeeling Ltd is coming on TV in like 10 minutes so I’m not going to give you a full-service blog right now anyway. Not that I have any topic to blog about except my current enjoyment of old songs.

For some reason my musical tastes rarely infringe upon the post-80s. The ‘60s rocked, but then, so did the ‘70s. For although the ‘70s gave us the musical mutilations of disco and punk (which disguised great music behind a wall of pointless attitude), it was a great decade.

Floyd did its best work in the ‘70s. So did Split Enz and, er, some other bands whose names currently escape me.

Yet what I’ve come to realise is that there is no reason to define music in terms of which decade it emerged. I have passion for The Beatles, The Stones and Led Zep. But, equally, I love Muse and Radiohead.

You can guitar solo me with Clapton and Frampton and Best, and I’ll give you Satriani, Vai and Johnson (that’s Eric, not Robert).

Truth is, music transcends. And that’s just one thing I love about it. I’m probably one of many who believe the film Almost Famous was written for me. I connect to it on an almost spiritual level. I guess that’s because it was written by somebody who loves music... almost as much as I do.