Deep into lockdown I got out of a post-working in music industry, multi-year issue of not meaningfully engaging with music by diving deep into Japanese indie rock of 90s-10s & what broke the rut was Kinoko Teikoku’s Long Goodbye which miraculously was just pressed for the 1st time by their old label
![A screen grab from an piece called What Happens If I Don’t Like Fiona Apple? by Soraya Roberts: “After all of that, Wilson’s final words could have very well been all he had written: “[M]aybe you just find Fiona Apple a bit much.” The irony is that the same thing I critique her for — for being too solipsistic, for making it all too self-centered — is the same reason I can’t hear her straight. My reactions to art are as impulsive as my consumption is lonely. It’s why, ultimately, I can’t trust critics’ taste though I can trust their analysis, and why I can’t trust the artists themselves, only their art and my own experience of it. If you think about it, it’s a little crazy to believe in your gut when your gut is at least in part influenced by exposure: “acquired taste” is a thing for a reason. And yet I always seem hellbent on independently deciding on the quality of everything. If nothing else, I am entirely secure in my judgment, because, the thinking goes, I may not know much about anything else, but I know myself perfectly”](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ahattnokqmdnog6n3gzic3h5/bafkreicr5sxulpw3t4gvdyto7qjpmmrqdd6vmo5p7zba4w56ulkj3upwz4)
