So I was randomly searching the interwebs for something Mountain Goats related (I can hear you all drop to the ground, slack-jawed in shock at that revelation), and I came across this article written by Laura Barton from The Guardian in the UK.
She writes about the difference between crushing on a band/musician, and falling in love with them.Â She writes about the bands she grew up with –
I love their records the same way I love my parents: unquestioningly and unerringly, as if they shaped my musical features, the way my parents made my mouth, my nose, my eyes.
And she writes about bands she found herself along the way.Â This my favourite part of the article –
Musical crushes only placate you, they merely tell you what you want to hear, in a voice you’ve heard before. Bands you love seem to answer a question you didn’t even know you were asking.
She’s managed to pretty succinctly say what I’ve been trying to articulate for some time.Â Why bands like U2 are still really important to me, and why, even though I will get mocked until I die about this, sometimes I yearn to listen to Don McLean.Â It also helps explain the difference between, say, hearing Arular by MIA for the first time (mad crushing for at least 6 weeks) to an album like Apologies to the Queen Mary by Wolf Parade.Â Mad potential there for love love love, and you know it from the outset.
Also, she’s crushing on, or falling for, Elvis Perkins.Â And so am I.Â So there’s that.