Entropy, the Heat Death of the Universe, and Music →[More:] I’ve been thinking (and dreaming, as it turns out) about entropy and the possible
Heat Death of the Universe a lot lately. Not that I’m a physicist or cosmologist or anything; my brain just has a few weird kinks in it.
I think that this train of thought is perhaps due to the way I feel about music these days. I’m finding it harder and harder to find new music that excites me in any way. Hip hop has never really done it for me – I’m just old enough to have missed that particular boat. Indie rock used to get it for me, but now… well, I sorta laid it out
here. I can’t listen to metal with a straight face anymore, what with all the cookie-monster vocals and preposterous facial hair. Current R&B just seems like an exercise in pointless extended melismata. I can’t tell the difference anymore between country and pop rock, and most jazz is either too sweet or so abstract as to seem totally atonal.
And so I find myself listening to a lot of older R&B and blues and early rock, that sort of thing. Which is fine, as I’ve always subscribed to the “if it’s new to me, it’s new” philosophy, but I can’t help thinking that most of the artists I’m enjoying are either really aged or, more likely, dead. Either way, they’re not playing live anymore.
The last couple of newer bands I’ve really liked were
Comets On Fire (who seem to have split up, but they’re playing the
Sub Pop 20th anniversary show, so yay!),
Kinski, and
Radio Massacre International - none of which are especially new. What am I missing?