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Rock and roll is a music of mechanized sexuality. That’s why 90 percent of it sounds like clocks fucking.
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I’ll bet a hundred dollars that I can teach you—if you can’t even tune a guitar—the rock song of your choice in ninety minutes. I might need some preparation before we start the stopwatch, depending on the meaning of the word rock, and you might not articulate the hairier arpeggiations as dexterously as you’d like. But I’ll get a recognizable structure under your fingers: zero to sixty in ninety minutes.
I played music professionally, drunker than a boiled owl, for almost fifteen years. I can read treble clef OK, and I still have all my fingers. I could get a couple of pages of Bach’s Chromatic Fantasy and Fugue under my belt if I didn’t have anything else to do, but not in any kind of ninety minutes. And I guarantee you I could never learn it for piano, not in any convincing sense. I won’t live long enough. The mirror of art also shows us what we are not.
-- J. D. Daniels for "n+1 Magazine"
He might lose that bet with me. I once bought the book "Harmonica for Dummies" along with a harmonica, and I proved to be too dumb a musician even for that. Hell, I cannot even whistle or snap the fingers on my right hand.
Rock and roll may be simple, but when it comes to music, my needs are simple. I just need to groove a little. When it comes to food for my soul, I feed on other matter.
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I’ll bet a hundred dollars that I can teach you—if you can’t even tune a guitar—the rock song of your choice in ninety minutes. I might need some preparation before we start the stopwatch, depending on the meaning of the word rock, and you might not articulate the hairier arpeggiations as dexterously as you’d like. But I’ll get a recognizable structure under your fingers: zero to sixty in ninety minutes.
I played music professionally, drunker than a boiled owl, for almost fifteen years. I can read treble clef OK, and I still have all my fingers. I could get a couple of pages of Bach’s Chromatic Fantasy and Fugue under my belt if I didn’t have anything else to do, but not in any kind of ninety minutes. And I guarantee you I could never learn it for piano, not in any convincing sense. I won’t live long enough. The mirror of art also shows us what we are not.
-- J. D. Daniels for "n+1 Magazine"
He might lose that bet with me. I once bought the book "Harmonica for Dummies" along with a harmonica, and I proved to be too dumb a musician even for that. Hell, I cannot even whistle or snap the fingers on my right hand.
Rock and roll may be simple, but when it comes to music, my needs are simple. I just need to groove a little. When it comes to food for my soul, I feed on other matter.
