I grew up influenced by music. Especially Australian rock. As I was driving home last night, singing to Living End’s “For Another Day”, it occurred to me that I must look like a raving lunatic. A 40 year old woman driving home singing like there is no tomorrow. And here’s me, looking frighteningly like an older version of the "doof doof" brigade whom I curse regularly. Most would call this not cool.
Let me set the scene. I grew up with a relative who was and is still quite well known in the music industry (for the record the family element of the book he published a year or so ago sucked, but he’s allowed his opinion, just like I am allowed mine). Therefore when I was a kid right through till I was about 20, not only did I get to go to concerts but I got to sit right up the front and on a lot of occasions I had “access all areas”. From a very young age I wore that lanyard with pride at every gig I went to. I met a lot of crazy, interesting people and saw a lot of crazy and interesting things. I loved it.
Let me set the scene. I grew up with a relative who was and is still quite well known in the music industry (for the record the family element of the book he published a year or so ago sucked, but he’s allowed his opinion, just like I am allowed mine). Therefore when I was a kid right through till I was about 20, not only did I get to go to concerts but I got to sit right up the front and on a lot of occasions I had “access all areas”. From a very young age I wore that lanyard with pride at every gig I went to. I met a lot of crazy, interesting people and saw a lot of crazy and interesting things. I loved it.
Music makes the world a better place. I knew ever lyric to every song, I listened to country (my dad), jazz (my pop) and pop/rock (my mum) and opera (my nan). Then I discovered pub bands – I think I was 15 (I’d like to think my mother doesn’t know about my under age pub jaunts but I’d hazard a guess she does..)
When I moved to Sydney 20+ years ago I was always out, I’ve seen the Wiggles when they were The Cockroaches, Diesel when he was Johnny Diesel & the Injectors, Hunters & Collectors, Jimmy Barnes, Absent Friends (Wendy Matthews), 1927 – the list goes on..
My point is I loved music when it was music, without all the techno garb that goes with it today. I’d take heavy metal over the stuff they palm off as music today. But the world would be a boring place if we all listened to the same music.
So my point to Michele and all my friends who listen to something other than what I do, don’t diss my country (Kenny Rogers, Johnny Cash and hey, even Willie Nelson), Aussie rock (Australian Crawl, Cold Chisel, Hunters, INXS) right through to music today (that you can understand the lyrics to – my golden rule is I have to be able to understand the word and I prefer songs minus copious amounts of profanity – I never really got the song “smack my bitch up”) and I won't diss yours.
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