music and relationships
Today, a perenially dateless indie music geek (I know a lot of these) lamented on an online message board (I lurk):
"How come I don't know any girls who like pop punk? Seriously, I go to school with like 3,000 girls at least remotely within my age range, all of whom I'm more than willing to meet and converse with and I've yet to meet a single one with musical tastes even somewhat similar to mine. How's a dude supposed to find a lady in circumstances like this?"
The question here is completely serious: How can he possibly find a girlfriend when none of the girls at his school rock out to his music? For some people, not liking Screeching Weasel is actually a dealbreaker.
Of course, I wanted to tell him that any girl who defines herself by the type of music she listens to is probably worthless, that complimentary personalities are infinitely more important than mutual interests, and that The Whatevertons (insert Ramones clone band here) are totally overrated anyway.
One of the better responses:
"Do you plan to fuck her music collection?"
Sadly, I think he probably does. Some people are passionate about music, go to live shows and music festivals, collect records obsessively, and generally care way more about music than does the general listening public. They like to argue about whether Band A has a better guitar sound than Band B, or about how Album X could easily have been as good as Album Y, if only it weren't for the dubious inclusion of Song Z (the worst song ever), and how the postmodern narrative within said song marked the beginning of Genre C, which is comprised almost entirely of songs that suck. I like these people.
However - there are those who get more turned on by the track listing on a Pavement bootleg than by an attractive female posterior. They want to have dirty sex with Replacements reissues and go down on limited colored vinyl test pressings of Joy Division records.
These people must go.
"How come I don't know any girls who like pop punk? Seriously, I go to school with like 3,000 girls at least remotely within my age range, all of whom I'm more than willing to meet and converse with and I've yet to meet a single one with musical tastes even somewhat similar to mine. How's a dude supposed to find a lady in circumstances like this?"
The question here is completely serious: How can he possibly find a girlfriend when none of the girls at his school rock out to his music? For some people, not liking Screeching Weasel is actually a dealbreaker.
Of course, I wanted to tell him that any girl who defines herself by the type of music she listens to is probably worthless, that complimentary personalities are infinitely more important than mutual interests, and that The Whatevertons (insert Ramones clone band here) are totally overrated anyway.
One of the better responses:
"Do you plan to fuck her music collection?"
Sadly, I think he probably does. Some people are passionate about music, go to live shows and music festivals, collect records obsessively, and generally care way more about music than does the general listening public. They like to argue about whether Band A has a better guitar sound than Band B, or about how Album X could easily have been as good as Album Y, if only it weren't for the dubious inclusion of Song Z (the worst song ever), and how the postmodern narrative within said song marked the beginning of Genre C, which is comprised almost entirely of songs that suck. I like these people.
However - there are those who get more turned on by the track listing on a Pavement bootleg than by an attractive female posterior. They want to have dirty sex with Replacements reissues and go down on limited colored vinyl test pressings of Joy Division records.
These people must go.
posted by Pj at 11:35 PM
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