I listened to ton of Rush this weekend, actually I really went quite overboard on Rush, spent my time listening to Vapor Trails, Snakes and Arrows and Components. A good friend of mine, a certified Rush fanatic was insistent that I pick up some later era Rush and appreciate how hard they rocked in the 2000’s. I did and I’m sold. It’s awesome stuff. Played it all weekend long, in the car, on the stereo, in the kitchen. Mrs. S, not really amused. “There’s a Rush album you haven’t heard before?” she said as I was cranking up the volume on Saturday. “Must we?”
Turns out there are several thank you very much. “Super”. She said. She’s not a fan. Not even a little bit.
Come to think of it, I can’t even think of a woman I know who is a Rush fan.. It’s one of those gender divide things I think.
Example; one of my newer readers, a music educator and music therapist with a very impressive resume of academic and musical achievements, recently wrote a note about a Facebook link I posted about Rush and specifically Geddy Lee and his parents, Holocaust survivors who made it through Auschwitz, Dachau and Bergen-Belson .. If you didn’t catch it, read it here, it’s amazing.
I didn’t think a ton about it at the time but the message was “Rush is my husbands favorite band, I’ll forward to him”. Hmm another message today, from the buddy who started this whole mess “Post something about Rush and why you like them would you.. I want my wife to see it”.
Now were on to something.
Rush. Pink Floyd. Led Zeppelin. Grateful Dead.. those are the four most played rock acts on my iPod. Fact is they’ve been in heavy rotation since I was in High School. If I could produce a lifetime count on the number of times I’ve listened to Living Loving Maid, Red Barchetta or the Wish You Were Here album.. it would have to be in the tens of thousands. I’ve listened to these cuts so many times that I can say I’m almost intimate with every nuance of these tunes. I can play the air drums with John Bonham and not miss a single beat or high-hat. I’ve listened to Animals to the point that I can mouth the Gilmore solo on Pigs. Most guys my age can.
The number of times I listened to any of the artists with Mrs. Sankary next to me… in the car, on the sofa, in the house… uh.. I’m going to say 3, and that’s probably one to many. She hates those bands. Hates their music.
So, I’ve made some observations-
1) I don’t care for most of Mrs. Sankary’s music. I’m not much in for Pop. New Country ain’t my thing and I believe that American Idol is the biggest waste of time and money on TV. Can’t stand the music, artists, and the fact that it was once the biggest show going made me believe that the country wasn’t worth saving.
2) When a husband hates his wife’s music and makes the mistake of telling her his opinion, she says something like “shut up” or “ I don’t care” or some flippant thing and moves on. She makes no attempt to persuade her husband to start liking her music, because frankly, she doesn’t give a shit. BUT..
3) When a wife/woman doesn’t appear appropriately enthusiastic about a fellows music, doesn’t see the brilliance in David Gilmores guitar work on “Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Pts 6-9” for example, forget even saying she doesn’t like it, just doesn’t cream herself every time she hears it… Well, and I’m guilty of this.. we men go into “music education mode” because frankly it’s impossible to believe that you could listen to David Gilmore and NOT completely blown away, you wouldn’t be human.
4) Women are not interested in free ad hoc tutoring in music appreciation. Weird.
5) On the other hand, I don’t get James Taylor. I wouldn’t stop on the street and put a nickel into Taylor’s guitar case if he were playing “You’ve Got A Friend” directly to me. My wife would leave me on the spot if that old bald troubadour just looked in her direction.
Who would have thought there was a link between taste and an “Y” chromosome.
That’s not to say there aren’t artists and songs where we can find common ground. David Bowie is an example, although she likes his crummy stuff from the Lets Dance album which sucks compared to the brilliance of Ziggy Stardust or Diamond Dogs or even Heathen… matter of fact she can’t even name more than 1 song from all three of those albums and only because we listened to it in the car a few times.
“You, are a music snob.” Heard that more times that I can count, and the weird thing is she says it like it’s a bad thing. If like stuff where the artists, like Rush, are fantastic at their craft, where the songs have some depth and the music means something, than call me a snob. I’ll wear it like a badge.
Stephen Hawking was asked last week, on the occasion of his 70th birthday, what he thinks about all day. Here is one the brilliant minds of our time, he’s unlocked countless mysteries about the creation of the cosmos and nature and what does he have the most trouble with. “Women. They are a complete mystery to me.”
How could I pretend more knowledge than he.