30 April 2009
Sad boys with guitars
Being asked this morning what my favorite kind of music was, I scrunched up my face and wavered between rock and alternative… saying the words with a slight frown meant to signify uncertainty, eyebrows misaligned, forehead made to resemble a lined scrap of paper - uncertainty not as to my own taste but in recognition of how little those words revealed, how precariously they fulfilled their purpose, and how ultimately, they failed to suffice in answering the question. ‘That’s kind of vague…’ I was told and it was precisely what the frown had been there to represent - the awareness of my vagueness.
- ‘What do you like?’
- ‘Damien Rice.’
- ‘Sad boys with guitars.’
- ‘How about Jeff Buckley? Does he qualify?’
- ‘Yup. Sad boys with guitars.’
It has a nice ring to it, that category. I happen to like it…
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For more sad boys read Born to Run and Iris H. falls for an Irish movie.
Glen Hansard - All the way down/Once Soundtrack
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