New Resonant Frequency today. It’s a bit of a departure, or maybe a return to the form of some of the earlier columns, in that there is more personal stuff here. I wrote about rap music, aggression, fear, Swans, more.
(Warning: there is some Odd Future content, but I didn’t want to call this an “Odd Future piece,” in part b/c the idea for this column has been germinating for about a year, and in part b/c I know and understand how sick everyone is of reading about them. Still, it’s there, a little bit.)
Essentially, this was my attempt to do something I mentioned a while back when Ann Powers’ “In Defense of Nasty Art” piece was going around, which is to write about having an attraction to music that doesn’t nec. fit with your image of yourself as a person. Instead of writing about why some people might be drawn to music with objectionable content or why the person creating it might be compelled to make it, I wanted to write about why I like it (and here I am not talking about Odd Future specifically, they’re actually a smaller part of this piece and I use their music to discuss something else), what it does for me, how it functions for me as a listener, how sometimes immersing myself in music where terrible things are happening can be a good thing for me.
So I also talk about my earliest interest in rap music, which was basically Run DMC when I was in high school, and how the aggressiveness of their music connected to something major in my life at that time, which was playing football. Oh yeah, I also wrote a little about playing football. This photo above is the one picture in the world that shows me doing that. I am the guy with his hands on the ball.
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