What does listening mean?
Just turning to Twitter and seeing a couple posts in response to a recent article in The Quietus condemning poptimism’s possible hegemony. The people I follow were quick to point out that while in general the article lacked solid examples, and anyway the claims of poptimism’s possible negative qualities are generally missing the point. It seems like a far better thing to be open to consider the critical merit and value in some sense of a wider variety of music, a plurality of voices (as advocated by poptimism) rather that adhere doggedly to rockism’s central tenets of veneration of rock’s central figures and claims to copyright on artistic integrity and authenticity, and as rock as popular music’s natural state.
My first formal encounter with poptimism’s basic ideas in writing came from the book Let’s Talk About Love by Carl Wilson a couple of years ago. I was very interested to start to think about the ways in which the value we place on music and our listening habits depends on class, as well as gender, regionality, language, and a whole host of intersectional attributes. In discussing his initial aversion to Celine Dion, Wilson made me question my own preconceived notions about what musical styles I might exclude from my listening habits, and that I would downplay in my own taste profile.
I’ll still have to think more about how or what kind of general framework might be useful for analyzing the meaning of music listening in my life. But for now I think I’ll continue to look for alternative ways to form listening habits. Although I must admit that I do feel that what I listen to is informed by critical opinion, whether read online or in a book or ‘zine, or passed on from a friend by word of mouth. I’m still unsure how I feel about the shaky ground I stand on when I base some part of my identity on what I choose to listen to. There’s a part of me that celebrates that. And there’s a part of me that acknowledges the ways that that is constructed, and also problematic.