Reading some of the responses to the BRITs on Twitter last
week, I couldn’t help but notice the comments directed at the nominees did not
entirely reflect the smiling faces and awe filled responses we saw on-screen. The artists deemed worthy of awards have
certainly dominated radio stations and record sales over the past 12 months,
but I’m not sure they represent the best that British music has to offer. This
kind of programme gives you a feeling of being preached at as to what you
should be listening to. Call me mad, but I’m not sure I want music advice from
James Corden, suit-clad or otherwise.
The nominations seemed as though someone had flicked through
a copy of NME, and chosen bands at random. The
majority of them seemed to fit into the same perfect ‘indie mould’, odd for an
awards ceremony that claims to acknowledge artist’s iTunes might class as ‘alternative’.
They all seem to produce fairly ‘wishy-washy’ music, that lacks something - not
one song that makes you say “yes, I get that song, it really means something to
me”. Is this really the kind of music we’re encouraged to enjoy? Songs sung by
people in ironic glasses, top buttons practically strangling them and unnecessarily
skinny trousers. One particularly cringe-worthy moment, was Dave Grohl saying “long
live rock’n’roll” whilst presenting an award to The Black Keys.
Just like anything else, however liberal or independent
minded you consider yourself; liking music that no one else seems to like can
make you feel awkward. Or odd, even as though you’re missing something that
everyone else sees. One occasion recently where this feeling manifested itself,
was at a gig I took two friends to in Shoreditch. I hope they don’t mind me
writing about them...though there’s not much they can do about it if they do! Even
several pints down, I felt a vague feeling of apprehension as to what they would
think. In some ways, what they might think of me for liking such music. The
first artist plays somewhat discordant, definitely unique, acoustic music. The
second band were somewhere between rock and ‘hardcore’ – not exactly death
metal, but my friend’s face mirrored that of a nun taken to a Slayer show.
I found myself nodding in agreement when they mocked the
first artist. I’ve seen him before, playing at a gig I consider one of the best
music nights I’ve ever had. I genuinely like his music. Then why, did I feel
the need to hide this? Am I actually that afraid of what my own friends might think
that I’ve lost the ability to express my own opinion?
I have an issue with label giants promoting a limited amount
of artists until they rule the world. I’ll defend independent labels and
artists to the hilt. But even I have music on my phone I would be ashamed for
others to know I listen to - both people that like rock music, and people that
worship the Top 40. But why should I? Why
is it important to have a music taste that ensures you fit in with everyone
else? Even within the world of rock music, which is generally thought of as promoting
individualism and freedom of thought, there is a great deal of judging going
on. I think it’s high time we listened to whatever it is that makes us happy. I’m
in my element in a mosh pit, but every so often I’m quite content to listen to some
Michael Buble with a nice cup of tea. There, I said it.