I live in Bellingham, WA in the Pacific Northwest. The rest of the nation is swathed in coconut oil and basking in summer heat and I am staring out my window slowly tapping a nail on the ceramic of a steaming mug of coffee, watching puddles fill in my driveway. Maybe it is because of this and the Bellingham "June Monsoons" that a mind numbing pall was cast over my psyche and I accidentally popped a CD into the player a week or so ago that I had not intended to. Next thing I know, I'm swingin' like Austin Powers, mouth slack, twisting and swinging in my livingroom and scaring the cats. What am I listening to? I dig around and find the source. Squires of the Subterrain. Something I ordered off of Whole Wheat Radio awhile back. There is a problem with the the first cut, Love is like the Sun on Lemon Malarkey, however. Actually I thought it was my ancient player but, no...it is the CD. I really like that cut and I noticed it wasn't on WWR either - so maybe their copy had the same problem....or it was pulled...and this is what I really want to blog about.
I ordered my CD through CD Baby which is, by the way, the best place in WORLD to order music from. They always send a note after the order is delivered asking if there's a problem and I always say no but thanks for asking. This time, however, I didn't actually listen to the CD before I wrote them back saying everything was okey-dokey. So I emailed the artist, Christopher Earl Zajkowski and explained the situation. He sent me all KINDS of stuff besides a replacement CD that plays perfectly, making me a fan for (what's left of my) life .
What I want to say is this: I have noticed that there is a subtle prejudice against pop music in people my age, especially. I share this snobbery, in truth. I ask myself, why am I embarrassed that I occasionally like pop music? For one I am too old to be embarrassed. I do not have the kind of time to dally in embarrassment when I have already spent 40 years passively supporting the slaughter of thousands of people by paying taxes to the war machine my country maintains. Excuse me...but I need to go directly to SHAME and be quick about it! Feh!
I grew up listening to pop music on the radio. Had my parent and sibs been inclined to Cash, Cline and the Sons of the Pioneers, I wonder how different my life would have been? No. It was Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows that was floating my boat as a child. Jingles, basically.... horrible stuff? Maybe. So is there a difference between a Twinkie and a rhubarb pie with just a touch of cardamom to gently shuttle the sweetness to the front of the palate? Is it the craft or the times that jade a taste? I'm sure there is an educated answer but I'm not a scholar of music. I'm a listener. I'm weaving a tapestry of sound to make a soundtrack to my life. Last month I was all over roots blues. Today I'm grooving to Psychedelic Pop. What happens? Does my blood sugar drop? Who knows. I don't really care when I'm twisting in the wind to Upholstery and High Top Sneaker. Let your freak flag fly and dig the Squires new CD, Feel the Sun . Join me in a guilty pleasure.
From Strawberries on Sunday: