Translated material
E
Every Internet music lover who is at least good for something, in one way or another, some less often, some more often, encounters music that is destined, having only touched him, slightly indicating his very existence, to leave his life with minimal chances of rehabilitation from oblivion. It happens approximately as follows. Good, correct people, whose taste there is no reason not to trust, recommend this or that album of this or that artist, they can go further and immediately share the recommended material in any of their preferred formats (although what am I talking about, in this context it is certainly will be FLAC), which certainly simplifies the task somewhat. Further, while drinking tea on a Sunday morning and reading, say, a description of the kraut-hop style , you may notice several performers who potentially interest you - all this is neatly downloaded. And of course, one day you might just want to go through the list of, say, the sound engineering works of Mr. Frederic Kevorkian , find out for yourself a few albums that you seem to have heard about somewhere and put them aside for later listening. I'm not even talking about the practice of tracking labels - it's a complete plague. The result of this kind of action is usually a folder or directory on the computer. Such a directory can be called differently. Prosaically: "New music". Or, more succinctly: "_ new ". Or, with an element of self-motivation: “2listen”. Most of the contents of such folders are doomed to be deleted or, which is somewhat better, moved to an archive without ever receiving close attention. I often thought - how does this happen? At first you try to tune in and listen, just sit down and listen. But no, something doesn’t work out, something gets in the way: you’re not in the right mood, you’re not in the mood for experiments, you want something specific. Then you put a couple of albums on your player in the hope of listening to them sometime on the road. Well, you definitely need to listen to this, it turns out that the music is worthy. Then you notice that you have been carrying this music with you for several months and that during this time you have had many bands and albums on your player, including ones that are completely new to you and at some point with aching heart, not without regret, of course , but firmly - you delete this music without giving it any attention. You still try for some time to find the right mood, but it’s still somehow different and not the same, and what can you do? What is the reason? The devil knows. It seems to me that the matter is partly (but only partly) explained by the peculiarities of individual cultural contexts and a cautious cognitive inertia, which only strengthens with age.
My folder is called “_ new_music ” and it now contains, among other things, an Outcast album called Speakerboxxx/The Love Below . I admit that it's cool hip-hop, I read a lot of positive opinions about it, I even remember a review in the vein of "One of the best hip-hop albums of all time" and this was from a person who listened to DJ Krush , Flying Lotus and Fugees . I even listened to a few tracks on my player (yes, I've had this album on my player for a while...) and found them interesting, and I also noted the mention of Erykah Badu in the lyrics - even though I'm not a fan of her work, I always liked such confidential moments (and the author mentions his relationship with Erica ). They create a warm, intimate, bohemian atmosphere. The atmosphere of a small get-together, where talented people are somehow doomed to bump into each other because they are talented. But for all that, I just can't bring myself to sit down and listen to this album from start to finish. There are too many black show-offs there. So much that it sticks out. It sticks out in the track titles, it sticks out from the cover: I just don't understand how anyone could seriously, and I mean seriously , want to be featured on their album cover the way these guys do. Well, in music, too, of course—three tracks were enough for me. And so Outcast will have to go, although, of course, this is my problem, a problem of sensitivity, a peculiar reaction to the excessive popularity of R&B .
Or there’s another Knxwledge album in my folder - Klouds . What's putting me off here besides the title and cover? It’s all about the person who recorded this album for me - knowing him, I’m ready to bet that this is some kind of cloudy and difficult-to-understand electronic music that you won’t even have to listen to, but think about , but in most cases I still I want to relax while listening to music, laziness and inertia take their toll here too. I’m not saying that I don’t accept the concept of intellectual knowledge of music in general, far from it - I sometimes like to analyze, evaluate, draw parallels, play a composition over and over again, trying to understand it on an intellectual level, figure out how it works and what the author is there's a lot going on there. But for this I still need a special mood, and for the “_ new_music ” folder it is often not enough.
The most offensive thing, of course, and don't pay too much attention to the irony above, is that a lot of what is missed in this way is really good music, because it doesn't just happen that it comes into view. This itself, for a person with taste and experience, means something! That’s why lately I’ve been trying not to delete music, but to transfer it to the archive, where, perhaps, if Providence wills it, I’ll find it someday. Like last time, for example: while looking through my music archive because I had nothing better to do, I suddenly came across a catalog called “E”, which in itself was already interesting - I had no idea what was there. It turned out that this is an American project called Eels , at the center of which is a guy who prefers to be called E. I started with the album Shootenanny! , which I liked even despite some technical naivety. And when I got to Daisies of the Galaxy , I had absolutely no idea how this wonderful music ended up in the archive and why I was hearing it for the first time. I recommend the song "The Sound of Fear" from this album, don't put it off - it won't take you much time.
My folder is called “_ new_music ” and it now contains, among other things, an Outcast album called Speakerboxxx/The Love Below . I admit that it's cool hip-hop, I read a lot of positive opinions about it, I even remember a review in the vein of "One of the best hip-hop albums of all time" and this was from a person who listened to DJ Krush , Flying Lotus and Fugees . I even listened to a few tracks on my player (yes, I've had this album on my player for a while...) and found them interesting, and I also noted the mention of Erykah Badu in the lyrics - even though I'm not a fan of her work, I always liked such confidential moments (and the author mentions his relationship with Erica ). They create a warm, intimate, bohemian atmosphere. The atmosphere of a small get-together, where talented people are somehow doomed to bump into each other because they are talented. But for all that, I just can't bring myself to sit down and listen to this album from start to finish. There are too many black show-offs there. So much that it sticks out. It sticks out in the track titles, it sticks out from the cover: I just don't understand how anyone could seriously, and I mean seriously , want to be featured on their album cover the way these guys do. Well, in music, too, of course—three tracks were enough for me. And so Outcast will have to go, although, of course, this is my problem, a problem of sensitivity, a peculiar reaction to the excessive popularity of R&B .
Or there’s another Knxwledge album in my folder - Klouds . What's putting me off here besides the title and cover? It’s all about the person who recorded this album for me - knowing him, I’m ready to bet that this is some kind of cloudy and difficult-to-understand electronic music that you won’t even have to listen to, but think about , but in most cases I still I want to relax while listening to music, laziness and inertia take their toll here too. I’m not saying that I don’t accept the concept of intellectual knowledge of music in general, far from it - I sometimes like to analyze, evaluate, draw parallels, play a composition over and over again, trying to understand it on an intellectual level, figure out how it works and what the author is there's a lot going on there. But for this I still need a special mood, and for the “_ new_music ” folder it is often not enough.
The most offensive thing, of course, and don't pay too much attention to the irony above, is that a lot of what is missed in this way is really good music, because it doesn't just happen that it comes into view. This itself, for a person with taste and experience, means something! That’s why lately I’ve been trying not to delete music, but to transfer it to the archive, where, perhaps, if Providence wills it, I’ll find it someday. Like last time, for example: while looking through my music archive because I had nothing better to do, I suddenly came across a catalog called “E”, which in itself was already interesting - I had no idea what was there. It turned out that this is an American project called Eels , at the center of which is a guy who prefers to be called E. I started with the album Shootenanny! , which I liked even despite some technical naivety. And when I got to Daisies of the Galaxy , I had absolutely no idea how this wonderful music ended up in the archive and why I was hearing it for the first time. I recommend the song "The Sound of Fear" from this album, don't put it off - it won't take you much time.
--