“Writing about music is like… “
“…dancing to architecture.”
It’s an old quote, variously attributed to Elvis Costello, Brian Eno, David Byrne and others, as capital C clever pronouncements of this sort usually are. That I’ve started a blog dedicated writing about music at all should probably indicate whether I agree (indeed, I note that all of that trio have themselves have written, beautifully, acutely, about music).
Of course, the process of rendering the aural into prose is in some ways an absurd, doomed exercise. This is before the universal splits into the personal, and one attempts to unweave the connections this song or that blindly forges between one part of our brain and another. To attempt to do justice to any of that is to invite failure.
Thus I’m carving out a little groove in which dwell on music, to indulge its discrete joys and pleasures, its failures and frustrations. To indulge in the most enjoyable failure I regularly experience.
Speaking of indulgence: please, share your thoughts, recommendations, suggestions. The only thing I like more than listening to music is talking about it.
Dancing to Architecture 