Voto:
Appearing has been the leitmotif of humankind since the dawn of time. At a certain age, warp, one should (I use the conditional here, some might already be too "cooked" or "done" to manage it anymore...) be able to understand the difference between seeming and being. Or perhaps the line of demarcation is so thin that it's truly difficult to navigate. If appearing means "convincing only in the exhibition of oneself," I’ll tell you that I really like the Mars Volta even though I've never "seen" them. I’m no longer in my twenties, and excuse me if all this time I've spent millions of hours listening to millions of music tracks across rock, jazz, pop, blues, funk, contaminations, experiments, fricfraczumpkrak or whatever you like to call it. Frankly, it doesn't seem like a great approach to face certain musical expressions with peremptory dismissive terms, a bit belligerent and schematic, written by someone who seems to believe they have the truth in their pocket. No one asked you to prove, perhaps in questionable ways, that someone else’s taste is trash or that it's worse than yours (because that's what you've done, after all). You can very well be free to tell the Volta to fuck off while also respecting those who might say the same about what you like, right? As for "that kind of new Wave," we can talk about it again in twenty years, okay? I’m really curious to see what will be left of it. I have no ambitions in this sense for the Volta. Given the deafness around, we’re only five fans of them, actually four, because you’re not here, caught up in your searches for millions of bands making music with imagination; at least they have it. Excuse me, I don’t have the time for "research" like you do, unfortunately, and I make do trying to fly a little lower; you know, me, a typical representative of the "average audience," with a house overflowing with records, CDs, books, and films, I struggle to move high even. But if I listen to a piece that is 540 minutes long, I get excited and manage to approach it with better reasonableness because I’m thrilled by the idea that the important thing in music is "How long a composition lasts." Yes! If a track by Nick Drake, say "Know," lasts 1 minute and 58 seconds, I can’t listen to it because it’s too short! Because, I repeat, the crucial point (hey, I’m even saying this to you, Dante Cruciani! this is good...) is how long a piece should last to provide pleasure; and indeed, the author of the post in question is surprised by the average audience's reaction to this capital issue. At this point, it might as well be better to discuss the comedies of Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy. The Mars Volta are already, unfortunately, in the background. Certain things make me want to throw my arms down (from the keyboard of my Mac). Warp, please bring out the ten most beautiful albums of your life and let’s see what you're made of. Cheers.
