I think what I was getting at, badly, in my most recent writing comes down to this: I miss punk. Not the sound of punk, nothing of the aesthetics, but more the power of it, if that makes any sense. Do you understand how tedious it is, tracking the boring and slow aesthetic evolutions of complacent genres? I love music but I want something more visceral. I can't stand the idea of another "unique voice" in composition, or jazz, or whatever. The weight of the whole history of music, etc. I think Johnny Rotten probably liked Pink Floyd on the day he wrote "I Hate" on one of their shirts. But he knew it was time to throw accepted wisdom and chin-scratching connoisseurship out the window for the benefit of something more. That is how I feel. I love Reich, but fuck Reich. I love David S. Ware, but fuck him too (though I hope he recovers from his illness). And fuck techno and house and fuck indie especially for saying fuck you to its own history of saying fuck you.
And if you want to tell me about how boring bearded indie band x or fashionably-attired techno producer y or genius country-blues artist z or anybody else is really going to change things, for me, or in general, or whatever, then fuck you and fuck off.
Appreciation is the new censorship. Or, as a button my friend gave me way back in the sixth grade said, "If you open your mind too wide, won't your brain fall out?"