Choosing Rock Stars
I wonder if we choose rock stars like ourselves. I saw the doves on Fuse last week and they were the anti-hero quiet contemplates I always imagined they were. I bought my first doves album on a whim after hearing it played at the Virgin Mega Store in Hollywood and then being really amused that their guitars and vocals would be on the Astralwerks label, usually known for so called "electronica."
I like the quiet ones, the ones who like to hide behind solid production and musical complexity. I get quickly disenchanted with the "LOOK AT ME!" rockers: the Gene Simmons, the Fred Durst, and the P. Diddy personas. Too much energy goes into the showmanship, diluting the sound.
I like them out there: the ones who destroy formulas and genre like Beck1.
I like meta-musicians: the ones who put together sounds rather than songs. Give me Massive Attack or give me death.
Strange thing is that music and personality shouldn't really be so closely bonded. Or should they? It's hardly accidental that they correlate so often.
1This last week I've been replaying Soul Sucking Jerk in my head quite a bit.
5:11:18 PM 
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