Of Musical Compatibility

helgaholic:

thegreatest:

People often simplify compatibility into unbending “rules”.  A good example would be the phrase, “Opposites attract.”

I find compatibility to be a complex interconnection of traits which could serve to complement, and at times highlight the differences between two lovers.  Either way, it should reinforce their attraction for each other.

For example, I’ve long come to accept that the Kitty’s taste in music, much like her innate ability to command Photoshop to do her bidding, will always be superior to mine.  I find it incredible how her life’s soundtrack almost always touches me in a way that infinitely increases my affection for her.  I’ll never truly understand how she finds these gems from whatever corners of the interwebs, but my appreciation for it knows no bounds.  This hold true, no matter who the artist is; from Kylie Minogue to The Cure, from Sufjan Stevens (whose label, fittingly, is called Asthmatic Kitty Records *lol*) to Hanson.  Yes, even those blonde brothers who unleashed MMMbop on the world.

I on the other hand, couldn’t find good music if a giant iPod filled with it suddenly appeared in my boxers. My rigid (if a bit eclectic) tastes have confined me within walls plastered with Depeche Mode and Kanye West posters.  I know, shaddup.  How a woman like her, with her indie connoisseur’s nose for music, can be attracted to my sonically uninformed ass, I’ll forever wonder, but I will always be thankful for that complex compatibility that makes up the cosmic glue that binds us sure as japanese rice stick together.

@thegreatest, last year.

I LOVE IT WHEN MY BOYFRIEND WRITES ABOUT ME.

This is cute and I can identify with it. One time, Dan and I got into an argument about Nickelback. I was telling him about a lecture about Montaigne and how Dr. Penny insulted Nickelback and how everyone in that class of 200 laughed. She then mentioned how that joke didn’t work in Saint Mary’s, which goes to show the dominance of Toronto hipsters at my University. Following my story, Dan proceeded to tell me that Nickelback was not bad. My jaw dropped and had I been the one behind the wheel, we would have probably driven straight into the Bedford Basin. He told me that music taste is relative; it’s based on opinion - something silly like that. I then told him that Nickelback was the exception to his ‘law of subjectivity’. ‘Nickelback is a sucky band’ is not an opinion; rather, it is fact. He’s a wise one and knows when to stop arguing with me (often he just mentions shooting hipsters, hunting Bush, or decapitating me with a nail clipper when I get all agnostic/atheist on his ass). With the ‘enemy’ killed in his mind, there’s no room left to argue therefore I win by default. I know he knows my taste in music is ~superior, and I like that. It keeps the playing field leveled after the first and last time we played Scrabble. 

Bitch, mandrake is a Harry Potter word. I’m still bitter.