Why do gay people have horrible music taste
Your bad music style matters
When I was in high institution, I fell in love with a little band called Death Grips. Death Grips makes a fusion of industrial rock and hip-hop that scares the daylights out of suburban moms and causes teenage drivers to speed even more than they already do.
Death Grips revolted against their major record label and dropped surprise records before it was cool. They continue to descend excellent records that not only defy the apparent limitations of hip-hop, but also refuse to copy the sound of their past releases. To this day, few bands are as thrilling to follow as Death Grips.
Very petite of this mattered to my mom when, in eleventh grade, she create my copy of Death Grips’ “The Money Store” in my dresser. Its sexually disturbing cover only hints at the intense topics that drive its lyrics.
Before opening path “Get Got” even ends, vocalist MC Ride has yelled about driving drunk, burning bibles, and self-harm, from the adrenaline-charged perspective of a man on some hellish psychological bender. It’s not that Ride’s lyrics don’t capture the horrifying reality of those losing their mental grip – it’s that he makes it all sound very, very fun.
When my mom
Bad Taste Is In: The Dare Tells All
The Dare is unabashedly debauched to the point of obscenity. His music is cocky — clunky and low with no shortage of cowbells. It's loud, fast, and gritty. It's not the kind of music you’d play for your mother and he makes no attempts to sanitize it.
He's no blushing singer-songwriter and he doesn't think otherwise; he’s not trying to be political, nor highly conceptual. While none of us are advocating for an anti-intellectual movement, there’s something refreshing about art that doesn’t try to make itself seem deeper than it actually is. Where some devalue what they label as thin, trashy, or lewd, we cherish the low-brow, the honest, and the hedonistic. You can eat the lotus, drink to receive drunk, and revel in the carnal. Here we all are, in a post-COVID, pre-recession state of shamelessness — the only thing we can undertake is try to bacchanal our way through the end of the world.
There’s a certain appreciation for an artist who lets their music be received without control, especially in an era where performers often find it socially and financially beneficial to adopt an image of sincerity and vulnerability. In a landscape saturated wit
Does Bad Taste Really Exist?
I’ve always consideration of the bookshelf as the most important vacuum in a house. A person’s brain is all laid out for you, right there in the open. My bookcase, a cheap white thing I got at Target for $15, holds all kinds of books—artist monographs, a book on How to Be Gay, DJ manuals as well as other texts on pop tradition. I assume that when people come over they’re going to look at the bookcase to observe what I’ve read, glimpse if they can strike up conversation in some way. This is an exercise in taste. Sure, my bookcase is practical in that it is mostly for holding the stuff I need for my research and training, but along the way it also conveys to you what I’m fancy and the types of things I’m interested in. It’s all staged. Theater.
Taste isn’t always show and tell: it’s never just about what you fond of, but also about what you want people to think about you. Even if you don’t desire anyone to judge you based on your appetite alone, people form beliefs about us instantly given incredibly little information. And taste in music, dress, apartment furnishings (or any other first impressions) pr
When it comes to musical taste, the only firm rule is that there's no accounting for it. Why Iggy Azalea and not Azealia Banks? Why Beyoncé and not Solange (her "Losing You" trumps everything on Beyoncé combined), or Kelly Rowland, for that matter? Why perform some countries gravitate toward certain singers and songs, sending them to the top of the pops, while other countries overlook them altogether? (Poor Robbie Williams, still not an American success story.) And what does Robyn own to do for America to get her again?
I recently wrote an essay on my blog exploring why Bob Marley -- and reggae in general -- has never been fully embraced by shadowy Americans, and in doing my research, I made an interesting discovery: Despite his widespread fame, Marley's middling popularity among jet Americans during his lifetime was a great disappointment for him. One can offer a number of theories as to why reggae has always seemed to enjoy more popularity with Brits, black Africans and white Americans, as I did in my essay. The one that would never hold up is that black Americans simply have terrible appetite in music.
Bob Marley certainly never publicly offered that excuse. Perhaps
Does It Bother You That Sexual Orientation Gets Tied In With Music Taste?
Ummmmm I don't really know.
My musical tastes vary & there are some artists I enjoy that have led people to then ask "are you gay?"
Sometimes I get taken aback when asked that, though I think if someone said to me they were into Kylie or The Bassey I would automatically assume they were gay (those weren't artists I said though) so I guess it is stereotyping from a young age, possibly school years that make you automatically jump to conclusions about someones sexuality based on their musical tastes.
Because I like such a wide variety of singers / music / artists, people can never really pin indicate what side I bat for based on musical tastes, though a miss at work did say to me "I find you weird, you watch metal, you love R'N'B which is fine but then you like the Sugababes which is well, a bit gay" we all laughed about it & I did think to myself, what would she say if she saw my CD collection included Celine Dion? HAHA
I used to acquire offended by it when I was younger, but now I don't really give a shit, because usually those with that attitude, have an musician they love I can