I respect anyone who takes the time to research, formulate and evaluate their own musical opinions, without needing commercial success to taint their views.
From the age of 11-17 (1990-96/97(ish)) (sorry, my posts are starting to look like an Excel formula!) #DIV0! SUMPRODUCT(etc etc....)
....anyway, from that age I occupied a comfortable little niche between the "cool" kids i.e. the ones that we now laugh at because they earn fuck all because they failed all their exams, and the" boffs" i.e. the ones we laugh at now because they have no idea of the structure of the "real" world (yet we secretly envy their wealth). When I was at school, a time when a young man could even risk
expulsion for such a minor misdemeanour as selling class A drugs in the classroom, there were the cool kids who liked whatever rock music was cool at the time. There were the boffs who liked electronic shit and came to school armed with crazy literature such as Mixmag etc, researched their favourite artists, researched the genre and amassed an arsenal-esque knowledge of all things bleepy and good. Of all those boffs, every one used their computer to write their own music (as many of us still do). Did any of the cool kids form a band? Did they fuck. We also went to lots of gigs and festivals to see our electro-deities and pay homage to their boom-tss-clap-tss greatness. Did any of the cool kids go and see G&R, Megadeath, Pearl Jam, Nirvana etc who they loved? Did they fuck. The first time I ever saw any of them at a gig was at a Prodigy gig years later.
One of my main points is, and I am aware I have raised it before, that we embraced a scene and researched the granny out of it using only magazines and nervous (oft unbroken voiced) phone calls to record companies and management (Mike Champion, thanks again for spending 15 minutes talking to (wit) two (ooo) 15 year olds who got your number off the back of the Jilted CD insert) to find out what was going on in the world of "dance music". We also did not have Ebay etc to get our rare imports, promos etc. That was pure legwork and a steely-eyed determination to not miss out on the latest cutting edge shit. I still have white label promos from Underworld when they were still releasing stuff as Lemon Interupt that I bought in my early teens from dingy basement record shops in Brighton and Saff Londinium.
"You kids nowadays don't know you're born".....etc. But seriously, internet, iTunes, Beatport, as well as the fact that this genre gets 1,000,000 times more coverage than it did "back in the day". There is no fucking excuse to be ignorant about a band/group/artist you love, unless you really can't be bothered.
You either find your musical calling at a young age and carry it in your heart until the day you pop your clogs.....
or......
......you go with the flow and ride the currency tsunami straight onto Simon Cowells cock.
You have the power.... what do you do?......
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