Matt Kane's Brain wrote:
It's the hook from Computer LOVE and the Coldplay version is called
Talk.
Unfortunately my fiancee is a bit of a fan :(
We have some good friends who have been similarly inflicted.
Coldplay is, for them, the pinnacle of music.
Other than scheduling Eman Laerton to talk to them, there isn't much you
can do. http://www.youhavebadtasteinmusic.com/
I have liked worse things, I'm sure (well, I said that to appear
reasonable, but I have liked some pretty cheesy stuff in my day).
My brother-in-law got married last Novenmber. As we both understand we
have some snarkiness inside regarding these things, he
confidentially mentioned to me that as he was moving her stuff from her
place to his, he had finally gotten a complete look at her CD
racks and he hated everything in it. Tough spot. Often I have found that
people whose tastes reside in the mainstream just need a little exposure.
Of course, some of us are driven towards that aorta and some are content
with a distant pulse. Also, one person's aorta is another person's
(searching for the
proper medical term to complete the metaphor. It isn't coming..)
shpincter - or something. I guess that's one of the things which makes
the world go 'round.
Far be it from me to attempt to construct a philosophy of aesthetics
based on objective grounds on a mailing list. ;-)
I'd rather start the fray and then sit back and watch.
jeff
