I get shit for my musical tastes on a fairly regular basis. Like, at least once a week. The truth is, I sort of deserve it. I like a fair amount of bands that people my age typically think of as "weird" or "mediocre at best." As they say, opinions are like assholes - everyone with an opinion is an asshole.
The first band I can remember being crazy obsessed with was the Beatles. I didn't know anything about modern music until junior high. I grew up with the Mamas and the Papas, ABBA, Jerry Lee Lewis, the Moody Blues, and some weird zydeco music once in a while. I tried really hard to like the Spice Girls in elementary school like all the other girls but I was too far gone in nerd territory for that to even count. So I stuck to kissing my poster of Ringo at night and playing "She's So Heavy" until my mom yelled at me saying, "do you KNOW what that means??" I still don't know what that means.
That being said, here are some of the bands in my iTunes I've had to defend over the years:
The Monkees/Michael Nesmith:
Yeah, I know, going from the Beatles to the Monkees - lolwut? There's really no comparison, though. Call me, I'll get into it.
Most 27 yr olds don't care about the Monkees and if they do, they spell it "Monkeys." To them I say, "you're wrong, it's spelled Monkees." In response to that, they generally roll their eyes and continue bagging my groceries (burn!).
I got into the Monkees in high school when I saw them on TV after school. I was not a stoner in high school. I just had a well-developed sense of humor for all things pot-related. The Monkees TV show was pretty much all pot-related. Then again, everything was pot-related in the 60s.
I'll be honest, the main reason I watched it was because of that dreamboat, Michael Nesmith. I've mentioned him before so I won't go into great detail about why I like him so much. I'll just say this: sideburns. Also: Southern accent. And: slide guitar. Okay, I'm done. Oh, one more: firm handshake. And: soft hands.
I heard "Smells Like Teen Spirit" for the first time when I was 12. It was badass. Then I heard "Man on the Moon" in the car with my best friend and she was all, "this song sucks!" and I was all "nuh uh!" So I got super into them sort of to spite her but also because Michael Stipe used to be pretty hot.
Remember AOL? Yeah, that was big when I was 13. Like any pre-teen with unsupervised internet access, I went on AOL chatrooms. In one of those chatrooms, I met a girl named Taylor. She was also 13 and loved R.E.M. as much or more than I did. She lived in Minneapolis, too. Miraculously, she was not a creepy middle-aged dude trolling AOL chatrooms for teenage girls who dig R.E.M.
I was so dedicated to R.E.M. that I would only listen to them or bands somehow related to them. While everyone else was into the Smashing Pumpkins or Moby, I would say "Psh, I'm not into bands with whiny, bald frontmen... I like R.E.M. *sneer*" Uh huh... I adore the Smashing Pumpkins now ...because you need life experiences to love the Pumpkins, man.
Taylor and I met Mike Mills, the bassist of R.E.M., last year. We ate Skittles and listened to the Monkees. My life is 2/3 complete. Now to have an in-depth conversation with Billy Corgan about Andy Kaufman and how he effected pro-wrestling as we see it today...
I got into Michael Jackson way after it was cool to like Michael Jackson. Like, way after. He had already gone through two child molestation cases, hung his kid over a hotel balcony, and was looking like Jack White before Jack White looked like Jack White.
The funny thing is, I was terrified of Michael Jackson at his prime. Thriller scared the piss out of me as a kid. Creepy adult Michael Jackson? No problem. You decide what that says about me. I would get legitimately offended when people would make Michael Jackson jokes. "Hey, why'd Michael Jackson go to Walmart?! He heard little boys' pants were half off lololol!" Looking back, that joke is actually pretty funny.
There are so many other bands in my iTunes that I've gotten flack for. Someone once said to me, "Just because you think a band is awesome doesn't mean they're good." Yeah, true. I guess. I mean, it's all subjective, right? Plenty of people hate the Beatles, but they're morons who wouldn't appreciate a good harmony if it bit them in the opinion.
(GET IT? I BROUGHT THE JOKE BACK.)
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