Sleepy Murmurs

Just back from seeing Sin City, which I enjoyed very much. I didn’t think you could make a film more violent than Kill Bill, but it’s apparently possible! It’s essentially a big cartoon so I was ok with it, although there was one scene which made even desensitized me recoil slightly.

Another busy day coming up tomorrow, but no exams this time. I’m in Dorridge for an early appointment, then off to Henley, then back to Knowle to see somebody at lunchtime. You’d think I actually have a job or something.

I picked up Coldplay’s X&Y and Dido’s No Angel over iTunes this week, and am enjoying them both. Coldplay are one of those bands whose songs always seem a little nothingy to me on first hearing, but after a few repititions I really get into them. This album is no different, and I’m slowly getting to like nearly every song. It’s interesting to compare Dido’s two albums, too. I’d only heard her second album, Life for Rent, and didn’t know she had quite such a strong voice behind her evocative softness. She’s great to listen to in the dark, just before going to sleep. iTunes is bad for me, though – I hardly used to buy any albums, and now I’m averaging one a week. From The Flaming Lips to Springsteen to Pulp, I’m picking up on all sorts of sounds I’m unfamiliar with.

While I’ve never cared what people thought of my musical tastes (I’m a Celine Dion fan and don’t care who knows it) I did have a tendency to judge the performers first and decide whether I wanted to like their music. That sounds pretty stupid, but it wasn’t deliberate. Take Oasis. The lead singers are unpleasant in the extreme – I don’t think it’s decent behaviour to smash up hotel rooms and insult people in interviews, no matter what journalists say about it being so very rock ‘n roll – so I’d write off their music. But then “Crying Your Heart Out” was released when I was old enough to spot what I was doing, and I thought it was a fantastic song. I still don’t really know how to handle that. I suppose you could phrase it as asking whether art is separate from its practitioners, but that sounds a little wanky. Maybe I’m too used to polarisation – I can perfectly well like music without generally liking the people who make it, I think. There’s this tendency to want to judge things as a whole, but maybe that’s just not the way things are. What do you think?