"Man, I'm so indie I defy all expectations by even talking to you. I'm totally not down with this 'expectations' business, I'm well above caring what other people think." is what any pretentious ponce who hangs in the Workman's Club, smokes rollies and reads Pitchfork would say. Me, on the other hand, well let's just say people expect me to like "good music" most of the time despite my very precise tastes.
To know what people wouldn't expect me to love I'd really need to know what people think I love in the first place. To be honest people aren't that open at discussing my horrible music tastes in front of me so that's a little difficult to pin down. Someone called me "a dour fucker" today, supposedly that means stern, harsh, gloomy, sullen. I wasn't aware that I'd garnered such a reputation for being gloomy and sullen. I don't think being stern was really what he was getting at, I have a laugh with the guy. Harsh? Harsh but fair that's my take on it, besides, they probably deserve it in the first place.
So I need a song that is upbeat, cheerful and so forth.
I love me some ABBA
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