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...confessed music snob. I like my music informed by history, complex and multi-layered. I like to listen to my music, not just hear it and move on. Put another way, I am the antithesis of the Britney Spears market. This was never my intention; but by the time I had realized it, it was too late to do anything about it, if there ever was anything that could be done. Personally, I think it may be genetic—an inbuilt allergy to supremely forgettable songs. An untrammeled enjoyment of pop music requires the ability to stop bad songs...
...Music snobs have a lot going for them—or at least they think they do. We get a lot of respect from other music snobs and always have an obscure band name to drop should the conversation flag. We get to listen to some really good music that most people don’t know exists, which is both pleasant in itself and provides a bewitching feeling of smarter-than-thou when a roommate throws on the same Dave Matthews album. But like many elite institutions, snobbery can breed weakness through its dedication to listening to everything, rather...
...inbred cousinmotherbrothers of at least ten other cross-eyed, bucktoothed pop songs and can therefore be listened to safely are few and far between. I can understand that this must be reassuring to some: things never change much, the song remains the same. But for the snob, the challenge is to find sublime needle in the cotton candy haystack without forever tainting the ear drums...
...surprise without requiring any attention to detail. Remember Coldplay’s “Yellow”? Or Missy Elliott’s “Work It” with the elephant noise? These are the gems that make the incipient brain death worth it for the snob. Perhaps for the true pop fanatic/musical egalitarian, all songs are created equal. But even for such democratic listeners, some songs must be more equal than others...
Five People is a powerful book, powerful enough to make one's inner snob feel a little uncomfortable, but in the end, it doesn't push back at you the way, say, Proust does: the truths it offers aren't difficult to understand or accept, and for all we know they may not even be true. They're just, in a profound way, what we want to hear, and there's solace in that, and solace isn't to be sneezed at. Albom is no Jonathan Franzen, but you don't see anybody grabbing Franzen around the knees...