I’m not a critic.
Yes, I’ll do reviews. Yes, I’ll talk about themes and ideas. Yes, I’ll spout musical opinions off like a broken fire hydrant, and yes, I’ll say stupid shit.
Yes, I’ll critique, but I’m not a critic.
I haven’t nearly the experience nor collection to start cloistering myself in an ivory tower from which I can start dissecting an album before it plays. Nor do I want to be.
Popular culture and my own mental gymnastics have twisted and transformed this image I have of the critic. It’s false and dumb and a trap. No critic ever would or should fall into it and if they did, they aren’t a critic — they’re a hack.
My tastes are different and I’m not going to judge music I don’t like. More often than not, if don’t like it then I won’t listen to it. I like to think of it this way: “Why would someone buy cantaloupes based off the opinions of a man who never liked cantaloupe?”
So with that said I have only two genres that I cannot find enjoyment: Post-1982 metal and bastardized country. So if you’re looking for someone who reviews those two subjects, I don’t apologize but I do recommend Google.
My musical taste palette includes many a style; so many in fact, that listing off my favourite artists is easier — so here’s a short list to help familiarize:
- Led Zeppelin
- Eric Clapton
- Pink Floyd
- The Grateful Dead
- Tame Impala
- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
- John Coltrane
- Marvin Gaye
- Elton John
- Carole King
- Lauryn Hill
- The xx
Two things strike me about this list: one, I’m not very original for a college boy, eh? and two, I suck at top 10’s. I go until I can’t list any more.
Thankfully I don’t plan to make many numbered lists. Right now, I’m just looking to collect, summarize and recommend.
I’m not a critic, but I’d like to be a writer.
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