“What kinda music do you listen to?”
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In about 6th or 7th grade a kid named Robert moved to town and changed my life forever.
He asked me that question and all I could piece together was something like, “I dunno, country I guess.”
I should explain.
We moved to Texas when I was just about to turn 6.
From there I never really developed my own taste in music and my dad got into country music.
Whenever I rode in the car with him, we would listen to the likes of Garth Brooks, Hank Williams Jr., George Strait, Alan Jackson, and others.
I liked to alright…
Robert had different ideas.
Today I don’t remember where Robert moved here from, but he did move in across the street from us and so we became friends.
He got me into stuff I had never even heard of, like Blink-182, Propagandhi, and Screeching Weasel to name a few.
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From there I started getting into all sorts of other music outside of just country.
Eventually, I got into the side project bands and fringe bands like The Methadones and The Riverdales and The Dead Milkmen.
For a bit I really got into the ska genre, partly due to a couple of local ska bands at my high school.
Of course I was into Reel Big Fish, Less Than Jake, and The Mighty Mighty Bosstones.
But I would listen to anything with a horn section.
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By now, you may be wondering, “Why bring all this crap up?”
And I don’t know, I just remembered that Screeching Weasel had a song and album titled “My Brain Hurts” and right now mine really does.
Mostly anytime I go back and listen to any of this type of music I think it sucks.
And I will probably feel the same way in ten years from now about the music I like now.
