Tilda Swinton risked arrest waving a rainbow flag in front of the Kremlin in violation of Russia’s new homosexual propaganda bill. And she wants everyone who can to reblog it in solidarity.
Guys please reblog this, it won’t ruin your blog, this is importantThank you Tilda
It kind of annoys me when people, and I used to be terrible for doing it, say ‘oh you can’t be a fan of this band or musician because you haven’t listened to everything they’ve ever done ever’. Especially when that was the person who introduced you to it. It’s like saying ‘I’ve heard this awesome thing, let me share it with you. But let’s share it in a way that I am superior to you because I’ve known about it for longer and your knowledge of it bows down to mine.’
It’s okay to listen to one album and say that you like that musician or band. You don’t have to have listened to and read everything about them. There are people who buy a single they’ve heard on the radio and like it and leave it there, and then there are people who buy the album because they liked the single. Sometimes it’s a simple matter of not having the money to buy the album, sometimes it’s because you think ‘Roar’ is a good song but have no strong liking towards Katy Perry. It’s okay to never have been to a gig of a living musician and say you’re a huge fan. I’m a huge fan of Sufjan Stevens, but I’ve never seen him live. I simply don’t have the money, or the postcode.
There are problems with music, as there are problems with just about anything. Some of it’s sexist (I’m looking at you, Blurred Lines), a lot of it’s just plain bad. And saying a song or musician is bad doesn’t make you a ‘hater’ or a snob, it’s the same as saying you didn’t like a book, or a film, or a painting. It’s a matter of taste and opinion and you have every right to have yours about music. Do I enjoy the fact that more people have heard of Justin Bieber than Laura Marling? No, not really. Do I get a bit sick of hearing what feels like the same song over and over again in a club? Yeah, I do. But it doesn’t make Laura Marling less beautiful to me, and it doesn’t make the songs I’ll listen to when I leave the club less profound. It a shame when an incredible musician is mainly unheard of, it’s a shame for them especially, but it’s also like sharing a secret.
Music, for me, is about connection. It is a constant source of comfort and inspiration in my life. (I’m aware that it’s a lot less important to some other people and it’s about dancing or background noise, and they’re not bothered about taking it much further. This took a long time for me to wrap me head around. I would think ‘Have you never heard Bob Dylan?!’ but you can’t press somebody into an interest. I have no real interest in sport, aside from a bit of tennis, and that’s equally baffling to some people. ‘But have you never seen a football game?!’)
Did you have that experience of being in your teens and you heard Smashing Pumpkin’s 1979 for the first time? If somebody else had that experience, but had never heard any other Smashing Pumpkins song, that doesn’t make their connection any less real. It’s about connection with what the song is saying, and on the occasion when a song penetrates your soul, connection with yourself. And that can happen in any genre, too. I mostly listen to soft rock/indie/folk kind of music, but hell yes there are R&B and rap songs that I adore. It’s okay to literally like only one song that somebody ever did. I know someone who really doesn’t like Coldplay at all, but adores the song ‘In My Place’. That doesn’t make him a liar or a hypocrite or somebody trying to be a ‘hipster,’ it just means that particular song resonated with him.
Let’s all just stop trying to make a beautiful thing we should share some kind of exclusive ‘well I know it better than you, you’re not a REAL fan’ bullshit. That moment when you share one of your favourite songs with a person and watch their face as they hear it for the first time, and you know that they’re feeling what you felt because you know that person, is a fucking beautiful moment. It doesn’t matter that you’ve heard more of the band or musician’s stuff at all.
That moment of despair when you do one eyeliner flick PERFECTLY and you know the other eye is not gonna be the same. I might just leave my left eye and go out Clockwork Orange style tonight because my right eye looks incredible.