At work tonight, someone asked me what my favorite band was. I said Silkworm. I think I'd have a harder time figuring out #2.
Silkworm doesn't appeal to me in the way that rock bands usually do, but rather in the way that blues and folk musicians do.
I could see that. I don't listen to enough blues or folk to have that distinction totally worked out in my mind, but there's something beyond the basic rock aesthetic that gets me. There's something very honest about the human experience in the music -- and not just in the lyrics, although it's there too. It's like each song plays out as a unique snapshot of a different flawed, complex state of mind.
I think that's why it's hard to "get" the first time . . . and sometimes, the second to fifth or tenth times. But eventually it clicks, and you don't just like it, you really appreciate it, and it can be moving.
And it probably doesn't hurt that I've often used alcohol as a way to probe for a deeper meaning to my life. Speaking of which . . .
I also never jelled with the "late night at the bar staring at my beer" angle of many of the songs.
I've been in that situation a lot.