When you hear a song (or an album, or a band) too often, you get tired of it; Unless you’re 15, in which case all bets are off. Anyway, the term “overplayed” gets thrown around a lot in my world. At the same time, we like music we know. If that wasn’t true, why would radio stations play the same songs over and over and over and over and over? Okay, bad example. Why would we go out and buy CDs that we’ve heard before? Why would we have favorite albums? Though there are probably some audiophiles out there who would prefer to constantly listen to new music, most of us seem to prefer a middle ground.
To illustrate, my favorite three songs from the Broadway version of The Lion King are “They Live in You,” “Shadow Land,” and “Endless Night.” When I first listened to this CD, I kind of liked “They Live in You,” but didn’t really notice the other two. I preferred the songs I knew from the movie soundtrack. After a number of listens, I decided I needed a 5-string bass so I could play along with “They Live in You” (and The Cure’s “To Wish Impossible Things” – you really should have at least two good reasons to buy a $400 instrument you can’t really play when you’re only making minimum wage). A number of listens later, “Shadow Land” and “Endless Night” absolutely blow me away. Changes in my musical taste over time are certainly a factor, but I think a lot of it is familiarity with the music.
That brings me to the root cause of this rant – music that is promoted with the caveat “You have to listen to this X times to ‘get’ it.” This seems to be a very ambiguous way of saying “This music boring and a little irritating – but, since humans like what they know, you’ll get used to it after a bit!” Why should I spend four or five hours letting something grow on me, when there are so many albums that I find at least moderately enjoyable the first time around?
The reason this is on my mind is that it’s kind of what a reviewer said about Radiohead’s Kid A, which I picked up this past weekend. To the reviewer’s credit, he didn’t seem to mean it as a compliment. I listened to the album on the way to work this morning, and I kind of recognized a couple of songs. Surprise, those were my favorites!
The reviewer’s comment started this train of thought, but two things I’ve read previously are the real impetus for this rant. The first, unfortunately, I cannot document. In the early 90’s, Alan Wilder left Depeche Mode, one of my all-time favorite bands. Admittedly, I have yet to listen to any of his work under the name Recoil, but I once read an interview (or perhaps just an album description) where he said that his new album was unlike what he had done with Depeche Mode, in that you had to listen to it 6 or 7 times before you could appreciate it. I remain skeptical.
The real treat is something I did (attempt to) listen to, by a band called Second Sufis. It was a cheap find at Half-Price Books. Here’s the last sentence from the liner notes of Slave Labor on Mars:
“Twenty listenings are suggested at a minimum.”
This is a full-length album. So, if I get up in the morning and put this on repeat all day, I won’t be quite ready to appreciate by the time I go to sleep.
I sold it back.