I went to City Skies Electronic Music Festival again last night and it reminded me of Colin Marshall’s post:
Take heed, experimental music-loathers: it’s not that us enthusiasts possess (or believe ourselves to possess) some higher discernment that allows us to draw infinitely more pleasure from the same sound waves you can’t stand. It’s that we enjoy the culture surrounding it.
Or at least I do; it’s the one live music “scene” whose adherents don’t irk me in some distinctive way. The experimental crowd lacks the pious immortal-worship of jazz fandom, the dried-out shushery of the classical set or the pro forma disenchantment/enchantment of young rockdom, replacing it with a relaxed yet eager openmindedness. Or openearedness. Whatever. The point is that they’re willing to listen seriously and see what sort of an art experience results, pretty much no matter what.