Here Comes the Weekly Music Thread

Let’s discuss any and all music here. Got a new artist who’s rocking your boat that you want to talk about? Post a video! Found out about that unearthed Coltrane album that has the jazz freak in you losing your mind? Lay it out for us! Have a theory about what your favorite band might do for their next album? Let’s hear it! Anything and everything music-related goes here.

REMINDER: On Thursday December 12, the discussion prompt for the Weekly Music Thread will be “Favorite Albums and Songs of the Decade”. For anyone who’s interested in participating, hopefully this will give you ample time to prepare your lists of favorite albums and songs from this decade, and have them ready to go! I will continue to post this reminder in the weeks leading up to the big day, and will also be posting in the open thread to both spread the word and to (hopefully) prevent someone else from posting a separate thread devoted to this exact same topic.


When I was in high school I mostly listened to what could be classified as punk rock, alternative and indie, with the Beatles and a bit of classic rock thrown in. With the notable exceptions of Public Enemy, Jimi Hendrix and Living Colour, my music collection basically consisted of white people with guitars (and mostly men at that – sure I had the Breeders, Patti Smith, PJ Harvey and Liz Phair, but not much else in the way of music by women).

Being a narrow-minded teenager, I naturally expressed my individuality by looking roughly the same as everyone else in my immediate social circle – in my case long hair (sometimes badly dyed), band T-shirts, flannels, baggy pants, ripped jeans, Chuck Taylors, army boots, toques and trench coats. And of course we hated the music that the jocks and the preps liked. Gangsta rap was too sexist (which it kind of is at times, but that’s beside the point). Pop music and dance music were way too vacuous. And when Green Day and the Offspring became multi-platinum successes after the popular kids finally got into music with guitars, we wanted nothing to do with them either. “Punk rock? More like spunk rock!” 16-year-old me guffawed any time one of those songs came on.

(Hilarious stuff – between making witty remarks like that all the time and being obnoxiously straight edge for much of high school, I clearly would have been the life of any number of parties that I didn’t get invited to.)

But by the end of high school our little clique had drifted apart, and I was starting to get into jazz and some of the weirder stuff I was hearing late at night on CBC radio. Then, after a summer spent discovering the wonders of THC and playing the hell out of my newly-acquired Tricky and Portishead CDs, I finally got to university and started smoking weed in earnest, which is when the Wu-Tang Clan suddenly started to make a hell of a lot more sense. My mind (and subsequently my musical world) expanded from there, and happily I would never be quite the same again.

Many years later, a song popped into my head. It was a song that when it was popular I associated with the townies (not quite rednecks, but not too far removed from rednecks either) that drove around the parking lot of the local shopping mall in our tiny town on Friday nights, with their car stereos blasting bass-heavy music at anyone in earshot. I hadn’t thought about it in years, but I just had to get that ear worm out. Luckily we live in an age where finding a song is generally as easy as typing the name of it into the YouTube search bar – and there it was:

Grade 11 me hated this song because it was popular, popular people liked it, and it was obviously sexist – there’s a woman dancing around in a bikini and it has nothing to do with the narrative, for fuck sakes! But grown-up me is more than willing to admit that this song is a jam that deserved to be a #1 hit in the winter of 1994.

Which leads to this week’s discussion prompt: Are there any songs that you hated when you were younger that you came to like (or even love) many years later?

Of course, any and all music-related topics are welcome. Have fun, and as always: rock out with yr guac out!