It has become apparent to me that not everyone shares my exact taste in music and movies. The following anecdote will serve to illustrate this point.
This weekend, while out with some friends of a friend, I expressed my dissatisfaction with the concept that someone would willingly spend their 1/3 of a dollar on "Brass Monkey" by the Beastie Boys by selecting it on the Jukebox. To my surprise, my sentiment was not shared by the young woman to whom I was speaking at the time. She professed her undying love for all things Beastie, which made my eyes roll. Not thinking about the ramifications of what I would next say, I blurted out, "Oh, I bet you like Sublime too." I was right.
She was a big fan of Sublime, my all time least favorite band, and seemed more than a little offended that I could possibly have a bad word to say about them. Truth be told, I can think of plenty of bad words to say about them*, but I held back. I've come to accept the fact that Sublime has bamboozled their way via circumstance and timing into a place on a lot of people's list of favorites, and although I find it hard to believe, people also like that "My Humps" song, so what the hell do I know?
Attempting to take the high road, I offered a compromise. Perhaps, if we can't agree on music, movies will be a better avenue of discussion. She, like me, was a film major, so naturally this seemed like a good place to start. So, what was her favorite movie? "Well I really like Martin Scorsese," she responded. Now don't get me wrong. Scorsese is well-respected and loved by fans for a reason, it just so happens, that he's not my particular cup of tea. I find his movies to be sluggishly paced and not all that interestingly shot. But when I said the words, "I think he's overrated," this poor girl just about went into a state of disbelief not unlike the one I fall into when I watch reality television.
Of course after this heresy, I had to be pointed out to the surrounding guy friends that we were with. "This guy doesn't like Sublime or Goodfellas!" I had to shrug a lot at the following onslaught of disbelieving questions. But I stood up for what I believed in, refusing to cave in to the semantic arguments of Pussycat Dolls vs. Sublime (one is a group, the other is a band, so different categories).
I suppose it would be easier to just like what everyone else likes and not be a music snob, but that's not my style. And besides where's the fun in agreeing with the masses?
*The reasons I hate sublime are threefold. One: I feel that the lead singer, Bradley Nowell's death increased the public awareness in a way that wouldn't have happened had he lived, and given the nature of his death, I don't think he should be glorified as such. Two: Their lyrics are uninspired and somewhat misogynistic, or at the very least, just downright annoying. Three: When I was in 10th grade, I took an upper level art class: Sculpture and Pottery. In this class, we were allowed to bring in music to play while sculpting. The young man who sat next to me was the single most annoying person I have ever met. He was loud, obnoxious, rude, etc. My theory is that he probably related to the song "Date Rape" a little too closely. Anyway, he loved loved loved Sublime, and as is the case with these obsessive types, he assumed everyone in the room must love them too. So instead of bringing in their self-titled album that has all their best known hit songs on it, he brought in the most obscure live and unreleased Sublime albums he could find and forced them upon us. In the live albums, Bradley Nowell and co. were so drunk/high that it was mostly incoherent. This went on for a semester and I'm sorry but you don't recover from an experience like that, making it the most influential reason that I hate Sublime. You can say they've just been ruined for me by one bad apple, but I prefer to think of it as my eyes being opened to a truly awful band that most people are just surface-level interested in enough to be fooled by. As evidence: This kid also liked Radiohead's OK Computer album, and despite his best efforts, I can still enjoy that album without getting into a violent rage.Verdict: Sublime is bad. I rest my case.