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supergeeI’ve never heard anything by Nickelback, but if I do, I fear that I will like it. I don’t know if I have actively bad taste in music or I am the musical analog of Tom Lehrer’s old mess sergeant whose taste buds were shot off in the war.
I am reminded of this because ’tis the season to rag on “Little Drummer Boy.” Granted that a drum solo is not what a new mother needs, but I like the sound. I liked it when the Hairy Simian Chorale did it, I liked it when Johnny Cash did it, and now my favorite is the doo-wop version by the Tokens. I also like “MacArthur Park,” melting cake and all, though I prefer the Waylon Jennings & the Kimberleys version to Dumbledore’s.
Oh yes, and I think that pineapple, unlike cruciferous vegetables, is a nifty thing to put on pizza.
I am reminded of this because ’tis the season to rag on “Little Drummer Boy.” Granted that a drum solo is not what a new mother needs, but I like the sound. I liked it when the Hairy Simian Chorale did it, I liked it when Johnny Cash did it, and now my favorite is the doo-wop version by the Tokens. I also like “MacArthur Park,” melting cake and all, though I prefer the Waylon Jennings & the Kimberleys version to Dumbledore’s.
Oh yes, and I think that pineapple, unlike cruciferous vegetables, is a nifty thing to put on pizza.
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Date: 2021-12-04 06:23 pm (UTC)I have no idea whether or no I would like Nickelback. A large part of my taste in popular music is stuck in the late '60s and the '70s: sunshine pop, psychedelia, and "progressive" rock, plus jazz of the Coltrane/Davis variety, so I mostly listen to music I own rather than the radio, and have no real idea of what those kids (who, seriously, should keep off my lawn except for I don't have one) are listening to these days. Except rap. I know about rap, I hear its massive beats coming from cars with speakers so powerful that I do not understand how they don't vaporize the driver's head; I mean I have been at Grateful Dead concerts that weren't that loud. One of my favorite Zen moments -- twenty or thirty years ago, I saw a car with one of those sound systems driving through Oakland, with windows open, and conservative talk radio blaring...