My musical taste is far too eclectic for my own good. Some might say that's a good thing but for me it's kind of a curse. I listen to virtually every genre of music. It always seems like I can find something to like whether it be in rock, folk, metal, bluegrass, hip-hop, avant-garde japanese noise-trance, electro house, blues, rockabilly, or classical. There always seems to be something that resonates within me and fills me with a sense of awe. Why is this a curse? I'll tell you why. BECAUSE THERE IS WAY TOO MUCH F***ING MUSIC OUT THERE. Rarely do I delve headfirst into a genre but rather I dart between random artists. My brain decides to go from one musician to the next, not letting me get a true education in any full genre. The only exception being psychedelic improv driven jam rock. Which is only the case because personally, as a musician, that is my preferred genre to play. I absolutely love death metal bands like Gojira and Meshuggah but I'm too busy and way too easily to distracted to dig deeper into the genre. I mean seriously, the new Skream record just came out! I need to get my British jungle/dubstep fix in! And after that I have to lose myself in the new Roots album because those guys are pushing serious boundaries in hip-hop. Two hours later I'm on to the new Noam Pikelny album because I haven't heard a banjo in a week or two. Do you see my predicament? Talk about first world problems. So for this "favorite song" (ha) blog entry I've decided on a track I've been listening to a lot recently by Talking Heads entitled "Born Under Punches" from their epic album Remain In Light. This song combines African rhythms (the very basis of modern pop music) with an American rock sound that was so heavily influential on the indie (vague word alert) rock music we hear today. David Byrne's lyrics are absurd. Enjoy!
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