Let's talk indie music. I found this morning to be especially cold. After getting off my seat-warmer and stepping out onto the Gardiner Station car park, it really felt like Winter. It's Autumn. What would warm me up... a summery album? I slipped out my iPod and turned on 'We Will Be Together: Summer Edition', one of five eclectic albums in the Pastel Music 5th Anniversary compilation. Clouds in the sky, you never mind.

It reminded me that a girl I met on the weekend (after talking about indie music for a while) introduced me to a band, The XX. Said I would probably like them. They were okay. I am just skeptical of any song with an intentionally catchy hook. Also, it's probably not my genre.

Indie is a broad playing field. 10 years ago, you might have said Fall Out Boy was indie. Today, you might still argue that The Strokes are indie. In a more familiar scene, Glen Check might be indie - even Nell.

I wish I could depict it all neatly on a Cartesian Plane.

While the 80s revival is in its budding stages, I am happy to leave Glen Check in the 'sufficiently' indie camp. Synth and all.

There are plenty of fakers, so to speak. 안녕바다 (ByeByeSea) might be called indie by some. I don't know who sets the objective basis, but I'd largely disagree on my own subjective terms.

Back to Nell, I worry for the fact that they are under the Woollim Entertainment label and because of their unexciting 6th album released earlier this year. Or was it their 7th? Cliff Parade might have been better in 'Verse, Verse, Chorus' rather than 'Verse, Chorus, Verse'. For the sake of a properly cultivated climax. Alas: impatient fans.

Nevertheless, have you already met the love of my fickle aural life: Broccoli, You Too?

Fragmented / Eclectic / Diverse / Diversified / Multi-faceted / Confused / Patchwork / Complex / Inconsistent / Inclusive / Hodge Podge



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Different sides of the same die, my friend.
Different sides of the same, wretched die.
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Author's Notes:
I can't remember if I was blogging about post-modernism or my cultural displacement crisis. I wrote half of this and then took a shower break. In my nakedness I must have forgotten how I intended to finish this and where it was supposed to go :/

Either way, I am fairly certain it was supposed to come across as inquisitive, and not quite so negative.

In English, to start a sentence with "the" is an easy first step to being objective and decisive. Once it is followed through, there is then a fact that lies outside of yourself, or anybody/anything else for that matter, and it has assumed a transcendence (in this context).

How frighteningly easy it is to make a claim of authority! How eerily simple it is to make an idea transcendent for that matter!

Of course, this is utter hyperbole. Constraints and effects of culture, time, tone, etc. cannot be so easily transcended - but there is certainly something that is being transcended with every "the" statement that flows from the lips of each man, woman and child.