Thursday, February 14, 2008
Creamtastic Love and Music: Some Valentine's Day Musings
Posted by Lee Stabert on Thu, Feb 14, 2008 at 2:44 PM
Ah, love and music—forever intertwined in our collective consciousness. There’s music you fall in love to, music you fall out of love to. There’s the inevitability of ruined music, and the ability of Music Row hit makers to manipulate your feelings till you don’t know what’s the what. But the interaction between love, relationships and music can be even more complicated.
It would be very difficult for me to date someone who didn’t care about music, who thought going to see some Rando-Cunningham local band that may or may not suck on a Saturday night was a total waste of time, who didn’t understand why I once drove eight hours to see a Drive-By Truckers show in Richmond, Va., or skipped out on the open bar festivities at the Best of Nashville party to catch LCD Soundsystem and Arcade Fire in Louisville, Ky.
But, even when I find someone with enough interest in the right sort of music, problems can still arise. Case in point:
I love Lucero. LOVE. I know they’re not the best band in the world, certainly not the most innovative and definitely not the cleverist. I fully acknowledge that they are easy to dislike, easy to not care about, easy to tear apart. But I love them.
My ex-boyfriend hated them. HATED. Not only that, he hated that I loved them. I was at peace with his hate—never played them when he was around, offered to roll to their shows solo—but he could not for the life of him come to grips with my unerring devotion. It made him angry.
“Ben Nichols sounds like he’s gargling nails!” he would say.
“That’s the whole point,” I would reply.
His irrational indignation probably said more about him than it did about Lucero. But either way, when we inevitably broke up, I knew exactly who was going to sing me through it.
Happy Valentine’s Day Cream Readers!
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I have the same Lucero problem. My wife hates them so much that she will not allow their music in her car CD player, and my friends would probably prefer that I listen to Don Henley solo records than any Lucero stuff. It's a strange deal.
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Lee, I think you're a great gal. Keep your head up and don't let the bastards grind you down.
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