Saturday, 1 May 2010

30 Days of Music is Over! feat. Sam Lewis

Sam Lewis is the tender heart of The July Days and an all-round very polite boy.
Sam Lewis, by Alex Spencer
One thing that has struck me most about Mr. Spencer's blogathon over the last 30 days has been the honesty in choices of songs. For many of them I smirked at his choices for being a bit, well, poppy and stupid (see Britney Spears, Tenacious D).

Yes, I'm fully aware that this is a very elitist attitude, but this is why I've enjoyed reading these blogs over the last month. These songs aren't bad at all and have actually made me rethink about why I tend to have this blinkered prejudiced attitude to pop music. If I've learnt anything (and I like to think I have) there is such a thing as good pop music and that it is okay to like it whoever its done by.

Which brings me to my choice of favourite song: Ex-Factor by Lauryn Hill.

Lets make this clear: this isn't my favourite song of all time. However, it definitely is up there in the list. I can vividly remember hearing this in the car on the way to school at the age of 10. I used to hate everything that got played because I wasn't that interested in music and so nothing really grabbed me, but this song was different; I didn't actually mind it. I then heard it randomly a couple of times throughout school, and it got to the point where I used to like it but could never admit it because Blink 182 was 'the thing' and carrying a skateboard meant that this sort of music was off limits. Being an insecure teenager, music taste meant everything and any signs of weakness would be exploited (not much change there mind...)

Fast forward to university and, once again, this song popped up on a long car journey back to the Shire. This time it was different; I could be open about liking it without embarrassment. I actually bought this album from a charity shop for a quid the other day and this song has been pretty much on repeat ever since. I can finally be open about my unashamed love for it, and my gosh does it feel good.

I guess that's one of the reasons its one of my favourite songs; it's the only song that's stuck with me for 12 years and the one of the very few songs I have liked throughout my youth. If that's not testament to a personal favourite song, I don't know what is. So, like those old school tales of suppressed love like a García Márquez story, I can finally stand tall and proud and say I love this song. Without being accused of brown-nosing too much*, I'd like to think that Mr. Spencer's blog for helping me recognise this and reminding me that sometimes, pop music can be fun and that you can like anything (within reason) and not feel the hot pangs of worry and anxiety that many know me for. Cheers Alex.

*He is, but that's alright. We love you too Sam!

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