The OP, some sort of jazz/classical snob/shut in named Siegmund: "I was born in 1967 and I swear I have never (knowingly) heard a note played by any of the following acts:
I couldn't name a single track by any of those acts, either.
How have I managed to survive for so long without at least some penetration from the above-named acts?
I put it down to:
a) not listening to contemporary pop/rock radio stations
b) spending my twenties and most my thirties listening almost exclusively to orchestral/operatic music, and
c) having friends during that period who were somewhat older than me and who shared my tastes.
I still have zero interest in most of the acts on that list but might (stress: might) check out two of them (Pearl Jam and Beck) because they seem to have a measure of credibility. I'm pretty convinced I'm not missing out by ignoring the rest. "
Dunno what he was hoping for with that thread, but probably the aim was similar to many others - to get attention in one way or another. Strange assortment of examples, as if picked out blindfold from a list.
Don't get me wrong, there's a LOT of musically close minded SHiTES but ol' Siegmund is not only bragging about his closemindedness but seems absurdly proud of it as well.
I predict that thread won't last long- place yer bets on which Gort will shut it down: Jerry? Hodgo? Ken McAlinden? Those three are the most trigger happy (not to mention most triggered) Gorts, it seems...
I gotta say...I don't get the love for Beck over at SHite land; they came rushing to his defense in a hurry. And it is weird love; as very much a non-fan myself, I would have thought that Mellow Gold or Odelay were the benchmarks of Beck greatness. Those were the albums that gave him his hits and established his brand. I even still like some Odelay songs, even if I can't sit through the whole album anymore. But those guys love the dull and dreary Sea Change, which I've kept on my HD as a sleep aid; I still can't name a song off it, although I distinctly remember trying to play it at least five times. Nobody there ever even mentions Odelay. In another thread, I referred to Sea Change as being for those who think Odelay was too "hip hop", which I meant as a joke but now think might really be the case...
Turning to Billboard, I am gobsmacked to learn that all of his last six albums have made the top-10 in America (something Mellow Gold and Odelay failed to do), with four of them reaching the top-5. Yet, with the exception of the perennial "Loser", he has never charted a single higher than #61 in America, and only two made the hot-100 at all in the last twenty years (one at #65, the other at #100) I didn't think any musicians charted albums without singles support like that anymore; ya learn something new every day.
I don't begrudge him his Scientology; if he wants to believe in that shit, he can go right ahead. However, it also makes me hesitate to take him seriously on any level.
I downloaded his whole discography years ago in a downloading binge and still haven't gotten around to playing a single track. Am I truly missing out on something? Is this guy, against all odds, the genius SHites claim him to be?
Or, as I suspect, is he a mediocre white guy making whiteboy music that has sanded down or eliminated the innovative and edgier elements that made him seem mildly interesting in the 90's, leaving behind a safe eccentric whimsy and little else? Not unlike such SHite heros Van Dyk Parks and Sir Macca himself?
At any rate, I suspect a poll of SHites would rank Beck possibly as high as #1 among post-1980's artists, while I struggle to even remember he exists...
"Would you like to see pictures of me before I got like this?" --Mean Mr. Mayo/jeatleboe
It seems that if an artist rips off someone and that artist is someone they like, or someone they think is cred, they call it a 'homage'. If it's an artist they don't care for, it's a 'rip off'. Beck's Paper Tiger on Sea Change is an obvious steal from Gainsbourg's Melody Nelson, but with no acknowledgement on the CD.
I pointed this out to a music journalist friend, who was raving about it at the time, and had just given it a big thumbs up review. I've since seen it described as a 'homage', but since it neglected to credit its inspiration, why not just call it a rip off? My problem with Beck is that even on what people regard as his most emotional and honest piece of work, I find just clever-clever pastiche. Of course, I may be completely wrong!