Over the past ten or so years I've noticed a marked difference in what is "cool" and what's not. When I was younger, cool things were what everybody else liked, what everybody else was wearing, what everybody else was watching or listening to. Nowadays it seems to be the complete opposite - something is cool only if it's pretty unique and "edgy", not too edgy to make you hipster but not too mainstream to make you boring. I don't know if this is down to a shift in people's attitudes or simply the difference between what children aspire to and what people in their twenties aspire to. Either way, I've always found it a bit ridiculous - especially when it comes to things like music.
My favourite comedian Dara O'Briain did a great skit about this, about how stupid music snobbery can be. Still, I've always slightly envied people who seem to know the newest quirkiest bands, go to tiny gigs in cramped little pubs, support virtually unknown artists. And here I was thinking my love of Joshua Radin was a little alternative, whereas everybody who'd ever seen an episode of Scrubs knew who he was! It wasn't until a couple of months ago, when one of these impossibly cool girls I really admired posted a set of lyrics on her Facebook that it really clicked for me. Because these lyrics weren't of some underground grime band from Brooklyn, or a new British folk singer, rather they were from Justin Timberlake new dance single Carry Out ("Do you like it well done? 'Cos I do it well": Best. Lyrics. Ever.). And that's when I realised, what made her and her musical taste so cool was that she literally listened to whatever she wanted. Sure she might rave about the hippest new tunes, but in between that she'd be recommended a Glee cover she liked and going on about Lady Gaga. Since then I've been pretty much OK with whatever I listen to. I was even brave enough to put a Take That song on my iPod, albeit I am still rather apologetic about that. Anyway, this song by Franz Ferdinand is a new favourite of mine. The video is also almost as good as the song itself, it reminds me of a cross between an Alfred Hitchcock movie and an episode of Mad Men. And don't even get me started on how eerily beautiful the lyrics are.
I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh