For reasons that don’t need exploring at this junction, I have ended up with two, TWO!, copies of the latest release from the 33 1/3 series, Jonathan Lethem’s book on Talking Heads’ Fear Of Music. I do not need two copies of this book, because I only need to read and write about one, so I am giving the other one away.
How do you enter to win? Just leave a comment with your greatest musical fear between now and Friday, 7/13, at noon, and I’ll random number generate a winner. It may take me a month to mail it to you, but I will, eventually!
As for me, my greatest musical fear is Thom Yorke; for some unknown reason his voice gives me the absolute screaming creeps, like goosebumps and hairs on my arms standing up and complete freak-out. I don’t know. But it means I can’t listen to Radiohead.
Now you: your biggest musical fear. Go!
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It’s a toss-up between karaoke and Kenny G.
That’s an interesting one. For me – it’s listening to a legendary album that I’ve never heard for the first time, because…what if I hate it? I’ve never heard Trout Mask Replica. I know, I missed the boat on that and now I’m afraid to touch it. This happened with Pet Sounds, a huge build-up and I actually like about 10 other Beach Boys records more than that one.
My greatest fear is that one day Daedalus will discontinue their cd bins, and I won’t be able to discover treasures from the past. I hate that CDs are going the way of the cassette.
I’m still allergic to Elton John; not as virulently as in my youth, but still: fever, chills, hives.
At this very second it’s that I’m stuck in a dark room with shitty beer and that Goyte song on repeat. Terrifying scene to imagine.