The Sonic Youth Problem

i was riding in the car with patrick and andy a couple years back. andy asked me a question about thurston moore (of sonic youth) and i didn't have the answer. he said to me, oh i thought you were a sonic youth fan. you just seem like one.

i felt somewhat decisive in telling him that i didn't necessarily like sonic youth, and that i most definitely wasn't a fan. i had bought their album 'daydream nation' a long time ago, when the band first came to my attention. i must say, the album didn't impress me. my memory of the album is a bit foggy now, and i couldn't tell you what turned me off to it. 'teenage riot', you were a jewel, but i never found myself on the floor basking in the glow of a mind-blowing daydream nation experience. i made a snap first impression of that misanthropic band. and it remained that way for a while.

but whenever i would receive the occasional mix tape, the inevitable sonic youth song would be on there; more importantly, it would stand out to me. i fought my urge to like the band, because of my aforementioned decision concerning them. i had moved forward!

whenever i'm at a computer with no music, i have the habit of opening up pandora and putting on the pavement channel that i've created. inevitably bands like guided by voices and dinosaur jr. come on. rarely is there a song on this channel that i dislike. including songs by sonic youth. i was slowly being reared into a different ideological position, musically of course.

the breaking point was when i received a mix cassette in the mail from a good friend, with the s.y. single, "incinerate". it felt like home, it did. there, my friends, is the end of my indignant opposition to sonic youth.

i'm truly sorry, thurston moore. kim too.