especially when neither of you are conversant with the music which preceded or proceeded your wheelhouses.
I asked to fight me, not to get too personal. I'm really not mad in the least -- you do this often because you are a sensitive and good soul with strong opinions, and people like that are often misunderstood and passionate. I know what I speak of when I speak of that.
So I say this with all the humor and good will possible, don't let your certitude about certain things get in the way of reasonable and friendly discourse. Friendly lengths are often the best medicine. I have no wounds to lick today -- I'm just calling it as I see it, and I see a guy who has serious problems with anything that went pop (and I'm limiting this to pop) other than that which he came of age with. I'm not the one you want to take umbrage with.
To wit:
As I get the mail just moments ago, Neil Young's 1969
Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere greets me. Then I take a gander at my floor to see a warped (sad face) pressing of Acoustic Sounds's mono remastering of 1966's
Pet Sounds, an album I've listened to seriously since 1997. Then it's on to my email, where I get confirmation of My Bloody Valentine's 1991
Loveless, one of the most praised records of the past thirty years. Then there's my noontime history on Spotify of Leadbelly (1930s) sandwiched in between Statik Selektah (2017) and The Real Kids (1977). This, wikkid, is a casual day for me and doesn't contain one whit of untruth. After playing Leadbelly and The Real Kids for a relative, I sort of stopped listening to music for the day, only to be regaled with something about Sting, which prompted my thoughts on his solo career.
It would seem the above criticism and especially the boldface font is wrongly directed.
So in proceeding to critique modern culture, you have gotten personal and called the music I listen to or promulgate on the boards as done by "artless mindqueefs," and mixed me up with El Floppo about IDLES (all caps, by the way). In addition to totally slagging some (some!) music I listen to, you've confused me with other members of the board and slagged their taste, too. And while I do enjoy their first album, nobody is chalking me up on the board to a great love of IDLES. I selected them in the punk draft, but never for any other, if proof needs to be in the pudding.
And that's about that. I hope you have a lovely day, my man, and I mean both of the clauses in that sentence. Good will and peace.