“You feel like underappreciated scholars so you shit on the people who know less than you, which is everyone.” (Louis, High Fidelity)
Every music nerd knows what it is like to love band, album, or song, so much it hurts. We know the time we invested reading the history of the band, their process, and their philosophies towards music. We also like to pretend that discographies were subliminally planted in our brains from birth; to us, it is commonsense. But the truth is, it’s not. It was hard fucking work impressing the people you thought knew more about Zeppelin than you did. That’s why when you see hot girls in band tees from Forever 21, you question their authenticity, as a fan and as a person. This is why when you see a kid get a guitar for his birthday, who never felt moved to teach himself at least three chords, looking through a Sam Ash magazine searching for the next six-sting he wants to add to his collection, you die a little (on the inside). I mean, HELLO, Paul McCartney took a bus to meet up with a fellow guitar player so he could learn one chord; B7. We don’t have to take buses anymore dude! We have YouTube!
Our identities get tangled in the religion of rock and we forget to stop. We forget our “uncool” parents who don’t understand, heard this shit when it was fresh. It was their ears that were “thunderstruck” by ACDC. It was their Partridge Family childhood set on fire by Alice Cooper a rebellious preacher kid from Michigan. We forget music is supposed to make everyone feel fucking cool, and that great rock artists are some of the most “uncool” people. I mean take rock away from Tenacious D’s JB and Kyle Gas and they are powerless man. I get it. Rock music is supposed to make you feel strong, makes you sexy. It makes you feel different from the people in high school who used to look down on you. But as you grow, rock should inspire you to embrace your humanity and see the humanity in others (*Flips Willy Nelson’s braids behind shoulders*). Music is free man, and her fruits are to be enjoyed by the people who get her. People who don’t get it are missing out, but it’s our job as lovers of music to spread the love instead of discourage and shame people who haven’t discovered it yet.