My knowledge of Bjork pretty much boils down to weird squeaky voice, freaky videos, critically-acclaimed performance in depressing musical by Lars Von Trier and wearing a dead goose to the Oscars.
I know her albums are beloved by music snobs, and as something of a music snob myself I should probably pay her more attention. But, though I’ve never really listened to her songs, I feel like I know what they’re like… and what I think I know they’re like is something I don’t particularly care for. Very dramatic but very sparse, not particularly melodic and not particularly fun.
Well, the year is almost over and my top ten list is seriously lacking. Don’t get me wrong… I enjoyed the hell out of Kit Kittredge and Kung-Fu Panda. But I wouldn’t expect them to be among the ten best films of the year in mid-December.
Patti Smith is without a doubt one of the best-loved and most influential women in rock. But I know almost nothing about her or her work.
So M.I.A. was nominated for a Record of the Year Grammy for ‘Paper Planes,’ last Friday’s
Faces is another band I’ve heard of only by name. I couldn’t have placed them on a timeline or named a single member of the band.