moodmat

melyviz

I am not usually a man of extremes.

This is not to say that I don’t enjoy bungee jumping off of suspension bridges while doing The Dew and tattooing Wolverine on my crotch. Life’s too short.

The rest of my life involves shades of gray. The more of them I can find, generally the happier I am. This makes decision making a lot more interesting and me probably far less easy to live with.

Moodmat is one place where I’ve made a stand. You’ve probably guessed by now that we’re not big fans of the “genre.” In fact, this blog is as much a bomb shelter from classification as it is a genuine celebration of music. Another clue might have been my post “Genres Can Fuck Right Off” — oh wait, I see that I never pressed the “publish” button on that one.

But I digress. You see, I either want to see/expose/know every kind of music genre, or not use them at all. Oscillating between those two extremes is my great luxury.

And now, I shall exercise that power, by linking you to the delightfully specific categories unearthed by the fine folks at WFMU. Those being country tango, hillbilly rhumba and hillbilly mambo. I am truly inspired. The more minute the niche, the more interesting it gets.

It’s much harder to get out of the habit of not using any level of classification and go by artist, by label, by mood. We’re not a freeform radio station, where this belief can be easily practiced and broadcast, but we’ll get there.