There's always this person who claims to be my friend who says she doesn't like Brian Eno. I, sadly, ask, "What don't you like about Brian Eno?"
She: "Well, his songs." I, insisting: "Which ones?" She: "The ones I've listened to." I can understand that someone might not like Brian Eno's work, assuming they at least know who or what the hell they're talking about. But this 2.0 little ditty of jumping into discussions where you don't know a damn thing, crying out "in my opinion," when will it end? Not to mention, she didn't know who Roxy Music were, nor Obscure Records, nor the work with Fripp (she didn’t even know Fripp, to be honest), nor Bowie’s Berlin Trilogy, nothing about Devo, nothing about Ultravox!, nothing about Cluster, nothing about No New York, nada that he produced U2, nada Music for Airports, nada Warm Jets, Before and After, Another Green World, the void on My Life in the Bush of Ghosts, and so many other things she had the privilege of encapsulating in a single word: "Songs." link rotto