The Fried Neckbones

I’m not a critic.

Yes, I’ll do reviews. Yes, I’ll take 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 have two genres that I cannot find enjoyment: Post-1982 metal and 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 styles however, 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
  • Santana
  • 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.

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