DumpJack Wrote:
I tend towards a song's music and energy, not necessarily it's speed but that certain quality that it puts forth. I like good lyrics as much as anyone but I'll be honest and say that a lot of the time I don't really care if the lyrics are dumb or not. If I find the music and the singer's voice compelling, that's usually enough. If the lyrics are great and it has some type of resonance with me, all the better. Often enough, I'm not listening to the lyrics and just feel like hearing the quality of a singer's voice.
This is true with me, but it has been an evolution. For the longest time, Bob Dylan just SPOKE to me, but I was an introspective, even kinda guarded, pothead (Or as introspective and guarded as someone as naturally gregarious as me can be...let's just say a lot of times i lived in my own skull, and thought dudes like Bobby D and John R. Cash did too) Then I started to loosen up, and maybe get a little too loose, and only car about the JAIL factor..hence the love for The Stones, The Dolls, Strokes, etc...
If lyrics are too fey or puscafied for my tastes, it can turn me off, or if they are just plain bad, I don't respond well. BUT, if the music is too slow, plodding, or fey I don't really respond either.
So, I gues, Both? As an example, take Okkervil River, my favorite songs are For Real, Black and No Key, No Plan, which I think have BRILLIANT lyrics and are have enough drive to hold my interest.
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harry Wrote:
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