An accompaniment

As you've probably guessed from my initial post, I like music. In fact, I'm the cartoon stereotype of someone who likes music. The black, unkempt hair, poor attempt at facial hair, more often than not the fault of lazyness, the worn leather jacket, and the headphones. I fall somewhere between Questionable Content's Marten Reed and High Fidelity's Rob Gordon. But this post isn't about me, as you will have had enough of that already.

This concerns the assorted smattering of tunes that follow me with the observations to be made in this blog. Of which, one of the first will be what a stupid, ungainly word "Blog" is. As I assume you've gathered, I fall into the "counter-culture", the "underground", or whatever stupid adjective they throw to group together a bunch of people they can adress as a marketing group. The kind of scene that gets sold as a £25 shirt in Topman, or some self important "indie" chain like Cult.

As a cover-all, I could, like most other people my age, claim I like "a bit of everything", or "Everything apart from classical jazz and country", except I should probably throw in a needless exclamation mark, or add LOL to the end of the statement. The truth of the matter is I don't like everything; and am probably more biased and closed off than most people are about music. I like "indie" music. I like rock. I'm happy listening to one guy with an acoustic guitar complain. But not the stuff thrown at us through radio1. I like smatterings of classical music, something I should probably investigate into further, particularly due to the amount that was played to me as a child, as my father fostered my fascination with music. I like jazz, particularly bebop, and hot jazz. I'm not a huge fan of vocalists in the genre, though. In short, I have a broad taste, genre wise, but an isolated one, when you get down to the individual genre.