I used to like Minor Majority. I considered them to be one of my favourite Norwegian bands of all time, and there were few things in the world that could soothe me and calm my nerves more effectively than the first couple of chords of “Think I’m Up For You And I”. And the album that song’s from, shit, I have absolutely no idea how many times I’ve listened to it.

But these days? “Think I’m Up For You And I” is just about the only Minor Majority song I can stand to listen to for more than a few seconds. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, if only I hadn’t ripped their second album and their first EP as well as the Up For You And I album, and if I didn’t collect all my music (about 4000 songs, from a couple hundred albums, about 12 gigs; all of it hand-ripped, so to say, by yours truly) in a single .mu3 or .wpl. And if I didn’t have this irrational thing about not deleting any song unless it’s absolute crap (such as the Romanian metal cover of whatever the Hell the name of that Romanian band’s hit from a few years back was, or a couple hundred shitty Urørt tracks), or even removing them from my all-encompassing playlist. Sigh.

As it is, thanks to my silly and unchangeable ways, I have to throw myself at the remote every time I realize I’m listening to Minor Majority. Unless, of course, it’s one of the few Up for You and I tracks I can stand.

(This might seem like a weird thing to whine on about, true, but I need to vent as a recent evaluation I did of this problem suggested it would be best to keep things as they are and write this post, rather than doing something about it, as the latter kind of action would create a lot of annoyance, too. It’s not easy, being rich and white in the Best Country in the World (TM)… :P )

Much of the same goes for the Beatles these days. I’ve got some four or five Beatles albums in my playlist, and most of the tracks off these are among the most skippable material I have. Sure, it’s the fucking Beatles, and if my dad ever reads this he’ll disown me (I’ve hardly heard him as disappointed as when I told him I thought Elvis was crap, and believe me, that poor man has been burdened by a lot of disapointment by his eldest (and, for that matter, only) son), but the fact remains that I find the Beatles to be way too simplistic and often boring to listen much to.

Related to this, we have the Travelling Wilburys. This is a band that came into existance some time in the 80s, when Tom Petty, Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison, George Harrison and, umm, Jeff Lynne hung out in one of these guys’ private recording studio, and decided to play a couple of songs together. Considering the line-up, this ought to have been the Band. Like, the Band that would play at the celebration after Armageddon, or something like that. Unfortunately, that’s not the case. Instead, they end up as a horribly-sounding bunch of geriatrics, who write tedious music and equally tedious lyrics. The best I can say of them is that they’re consistent…

I could go on and on on this topic, but I think I’ve gotten much of my annoyance out of my system now, so I won’t. I mean, it’s not like anyone’s gonna read this. :P

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Sorry about this utterly uninteresting rant, but this has been bugging me for a few weeks, and this is just about the only place I can let it out of the bottle. Besides, this kind of personal, subjective, unfounded and irrelevant rants are what blogging is supposed to be all about, isn’t it? At least if anti-bloggers and other weird people are to be believed.