The feeling comes over me every time someone rhapsodizes about Bruce Springsteen. “He’s the BEST! EVER! I LOVE him! I’ve seen him [insert a big number here] times and each concert is like a religious experience! ALL HAIL BRROOOOOOOOOOOCE!”
While all this praise is being dispensed, one thing keeps going through my mind: What’s wrong with me? Why don’t I care about Bruce Springsteen? After all, he’s one of the most successful, most popular, most critically-acclaimed, most revered musicians to ever come out of America. What don’t I get?
I have this issue with other artists, too. Bob Dylan, for example. My relationship with the Grateful Dead is non-existent. And while I think Arcade Fire is a good band, I’ve never understood why so many critics seem to think they’re The Greatest Band Ever.
Look, this isn’t meant to criticize anyone’s taste when it comes to music–including mine. Our brains find their own reasons to give us that shot of dopamine when it comes to music. Respect all music, listen to what you want.
But sometimes it feels good to unburden yourself without fear of judgment. This is one of those safe places where you can confess to not liking an artist that everyone else seems to love. Maybe the appeal of Dave Grohl and the Foo Fighters is lost on you. Oasis? Meh. Mumford & Sons? Don’t get it.
Offer up one artist you just do not get, regardless of what everyone else thinks. I’ll provide some of the results on my radio show tomorrow (Tuesday, July 18).