“Music has always been a matter of Energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed Fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.”
Hunter S. Thompson
Music is just music, all the labels and categories don't matter; does it sound good, does it make you feel a certain way, does it remind you of a time in your life or put you in mind of a future you want? I was a metal-head growing up, during the mod-revival spearheaded by the Jam. I hated the Jam. A few years later I met a friend, who remains one to this day, and we bonded over a love of Bowie and James Dean. He used to be a Mod and loved the Jam and we playfully disdained each others early genre-preferences and continued this over the years. Several years ago we met for a drink in the infamous heavy metal/rock bar The Intrepid Fox (which at that time was at its Centre Point location). His idea not mine. Of course, the irony of this was not something I was going to let him get away with and I had a lot of fun with it at his expense. And yet as we sat nursing our beers during last orders, and after an evening of rock/metal classics, 'Eton Rifles' by the Jam came on and all I could think was what a great rock song it was.