Voto:
@Pixies, I've done very few reviews, and this is the first one about an album. The other four are all about books (only one of which is a criticism, the others are not). First of all, let me make a note: I believe it's important to talk about music (or books, or anything else) regardless of personal tastes. If I only talked about what I like, what would it matter to people? It's better to make judgments after considering things, regardless of whether they are positive or negative. So, when I write a review, ultimately itâs because I feel like sharing a thought process with the rest of the world, not to say whether I liked an album or a book, because I believe that the user passing through here doesn't really care about my personal tastes. However, they might find a food for thought; perhaps through me, they could reflect on something they havenât noticed yet: I always experience this when I read other people's reviews. Beyond this, I donât feel particularly capable of discussing music, because the albums I like have already been extensively reviewed, and I am always afraid of not having understood them enough. My relationship with music is peculiar because it is constantly evolving and quite erratic. I spend time listening to new albums that I might not even know how to approach digesting, yet I strive to understand the perspective of those who composed them in order to grasp their expressive intent. What interests me, personally, is understanding the language of the musicians and why they use one form rather than another. The criterion I use to navigate the sea of information about titles, tracks, reviews, dates, and genre definitions is the opinion of others I consider more knowledgeable (here on Debaser too) as well as my own personal intuition (which I believe, without self-aggrandizing, I possess much more than many others when it comes to music). I prefer to quietly admire certain works, coming to intuit their greatness rather than speaking up and risking making gross inaccuracies. Usually, Iâm someone who keeps my convictions to myself, but I just canât hold back when I see that on one side there are people cultivating an interest and seeking to deepen their knowledge and critical ability, while on the other side there is an endless stream of ecstatic individuals speaking ignorantly about genius and excess in the albums of Dream Theater, SymphonyX, and their ilk. Itâs something I canât stand. Why does music give everyone the illusion of being cultured and knowledgeable? Why do people listen to Tiziano Ferro and come tell you that you donât understand a damn thing about music? Oh, it doesnât happen with other disciplines: I've never heard anyone come to forums to act pretentious about painting, sculpture, or, I donât know, the history of the early Middle Ages, architecture, or haute cuisine. Why does everyone seem to know everything about music? Iâll tell you why: because anyone can listen to a piece of music, and people are just waiting for an opportunity to show off their knowledge: with music, this possibility is practically given to you for free. With this, I donât expect everyone to know about music, but at least to have the awareness that what one knows is always just a small part, and for every work that is deemed important, there are another 100 still to discover, that much is true. And the funny thing is that I, who make these arguments, am often accused of lacking "humility." I donât care if you listen to Tiziano Ferro for your own reasons, but from that to self-satisfy as if it were a conscious choice of quality is just not right. I hope Iâve been thorough in my explanation, goodbye.