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brian’s comment definitely cut, but in a way i probably needed to be, i guess. you sorta get tunnelvision blogging to ten people–not complaining, i love at least eight of you–and forget that yeah, there’s a lot of listening left to be done, and that writing something off due to age is sort of a weirdly presumptuous gesture. see, i’m learning, a sure sign of age.

andrew, yeah, i think i’m probably still in stage one…and i’m not sure if being aware of those rebellions necessarily quells them, y’know? i mean, it’s a start to TOTAL ACCEPTANCE, but it’s not everything, for sure.

1. our listening cycles are a series of rebellions on a sliding self-awareness scale. ie, noise rock is a rebellion against the suburbs, wilco could be a rebellion to rebellion #1.

and or

2. if you’re really aware of those rebellions, fuck it. what’s the difference between feist and exceptor.

(or obviously, 3, idiots who think feist is edge-y and speaks to them on a ‘youthful’ cultural level. ie, the mentality that thought phantom planet was progressive and spoke to them on a ‘youthful’ cultural level. (but should refer to #2 where if you’re aware and the song is good, fuck it))

is that what you’re getting at?

i don’t like her music, but then again i’m probably still in rebellion stage #1.

to me the most surprising (and insightful) line of the above was “i am 24 years old and grant myself this rebellion,” especially the first part. you’re younger than i would have thought from reading this blog over the last several months, though it doesn’t really change my opinion about your writing, which i genuinely look forward to.

my experience aging with music isn’t quite the inevitable decline into vanilla you describe: on the contrary, i think my tastes — and tolerance — expand the older i get. sometimes you want to listen to morton feldman or terry riley; sometimes you want to listen to feist. hell, maybe even sade. my favorite street find $1 LP last week was whitney houston s/t, for the back cover and acknowledgements alone, but i actually listened to it twice and kind of liked it, without that much irony involved. if the only kind of music i listened to as i approached 40 was feist’s brand of mildly ironic soft rock i would be worried. and i’d think your “death accelerates” fears were grounded. to the extent that someone turns in her tastebuds and lets NPR buy her music, i think you’re right on. but sometimes you have to extend your elders the benefit of the doubt.

feist — even the idea of feist — strikes me as less dangerous than some things that are even more popular with multiple segments of the 24-40 demographic(witness the unending licensing of postal service songs). she’s pretty damn talented — and unlike chan marshall doesn’t have to fake mental breakdowns/performance anxiety to convey it. i didn’t expect to be as taken as i was with her (_let it die_ wasn’t what i thought it would be when i picked it up), but her live show sold me.

hmm. but getting old? sure it kind of sucks, but it cuts both ways too.