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Old News is News to Me
My own musical tastes remain a mystery to me. I have a habit of reacting with distaste or outright revulsion to new music that a few years later I end up loving and wanting to spread the gospel about. Part of the reason may be that I like to reserve judgment on bands who attract a lot of 20-something Kool-Aid drinkers who's own tastes change with the tide. By the time I get around to loving a given band, in this case the defunct California group Grandaddy, they're already a thing of the past and nobody talks about them any more. Maybe this is a good thing.
I remember hearing Grandaddy preached about about 5-6 years ago, and I remember listening to a few mp3's and being turned off and even a little irritated. Why I can listen to the same songs now and have the opposite reaction, I don't know. There's a lot of music I haven't changed my opinion about one way or the other. But most of the bands I really love I hated at first encounter. Weird, ain't it?
I recommend Grandaddy's first studio album, "Under The Western Freeway." Their two subsequent records "The Sophtware Slump" and "Sumday" got a lot more attention, but I like this first one the best. These guys were together from around 1992 to 2006. Front man Jason Lytle released a solo album called "Yours Truly, the Commuter" this year that I'm checking out as we speak. It's good.
Posted by karges on December 25, 2009