I’ve been away from this blog for a long time, mostly because my writing has moved away from blogs and the internet and into the tactile scrawl of a fountain pen in a notebook where no one is ever likely the read it, and nor need they. Nonetheless, I’ve been stimulated by my fairly recent discovery of Andrew Hickey’s “A History of Rock Music in 500 Songs“, an invaluable resource for anyone interested in the entire backstory of rock going back to its deepest roots in vernacular – and art – music. Hickey has a true obsessive’s attention to detail and never fails to develop a thorough and considered appreciation of many songs, some well known, others less so. His main strength, apart from an entertaining narrative style in his podcasts, is his ability to find fresh insights in stories often overtold to the point of mythology and this makes listening a real and educational pleasure. Currently he is on Episode 165: “Dark Star” by the Grateful Dead, his most lengthy and experimental yet and it, on its own, justifies all that he is doing.
This is music of my early years, my teens and twenties. I know much of it very well. I immersed myself in much of the critical writing of the time and was what you might call a true fan, with heroes (such as David Bowie and Roxy Music) and villains (a lot of prog rock with Emerson, Lake & Palmer topping the rogue’s gallery). I stayed a fan as glam and prog moved into punk and new wave, again finding favourites and those I disdained. I explored the the same deep history of jazz, blues, country, folk and popular music that Hickey covers in his series. I knew a lot. A lot I still remember.
However as I aged into middle age and beyond, I lost that deep involvement. I’m hardly alone with this. Most people’s musical tastes and likes are formed in their earlier years and they tend to stay that way. I moved away from rock into jazz and from there into classical music and stayed in that world with only occasional dips back into the stream of rock music along that way. By the 1990s I was getting out of touch and that only worsened as the new century began. I began to realize that I was defined as a baby boomer, albeit a late baby boomer, music fan. Rich in my appreciation of the music of the 60s into the 80s but pretty much out of it since then.
I then retired and began to have a lot more free time to listen again. I could have stuck with what I know – I have so many LPs and CDs that I doubt if I could realistically play them all again before I die – but instead began to reawaken the same curiosity than drove me to explore rock in the first place. Not, obviously, coming out of teen angst, but still a fascination. I dug into Ani DiFranco, Basement Jaxx, Six Organs Of Admittance, Lana Del Rey, Sufjan Stevens, Meshell Ndegeocello, Death Cab For Cutie, Fiona Apple, Mitski etc. etc., music that most people of my age were either unaware of or had only a fleeting appreciation. Music that Andrew Hickey is going to take a long time reaching, and some that he may never reach given that it seems likely he’ll restrict himself to the 20th century. I began to redefine myself in relation to the music of today, and I have found it to be liberating. For starters, today’s music is largely free of the rigidity of style and attitude that prevailed when I was young and effortlessly blends multiple influences without any hint of self-consciousness although in many cases a lot of wit. People are writing songs that are just as interesting as the ones I knew when I was young and have now become canonised – and frequently overplayed. Simply, I’m enjoying today’s rock as much as I did the rock of my teens. That is something to savour.