Sunday, February 27, 2005

In defence of my rubbish taste in music

How to hurt wobmongles feelings: Accuse of him of listening to the music he has just to be odd. If you don’t have the time to say all this, a swift kick to the groin should instigate similar emotional effects.
You could also prevent it all from ever happening by traveling back in time and grasping my 7 year old self away from a pioneer turntable owned by some uncle or other that I found at my grandmothers, along with a plethora of dementedly chosen LP’s. After I got it working, I had little time for the Kenny Rodgers, John Denver and Elkie Brooks (the horror). Instead I found myself listening to Blondie’s greatest hits (specifically ‘heart of glass’ over and over, sheer brilliance). I also remember “Panic in Detroit” by David Bowie as well – I still think the opening to that song is one of his best before it ascends to the oddness I wish he could muster today.
When I could finally buy albums much later, one purchase usually informed another and this, along with music magazines like Mojo and in the last few years Uncut led to some of the most amazing music being found. The now defunct TV show “No Disco” played Pavement, Pixies and loads of others. I remember taping it every week and watching it over and over, then it’s presenter Donal Dineen moved to radio to present various incarnations of the same late night show, turning me on to countless more albums. He’s the closest thing to a John Peel figure Ireland has in terms of the expansiveness of the different geners he manages to plays on his shows. Guess that’s why he’s on from midnight to 2 Monday to Thursday. I don’t mind tho, it’s not about being popular it’s about finding something you identify with and that you enjoy and I enjoy my music. Got to remember not to play it in public is all :)

Donal Dineen on Today FM