Confessions of a (happy) hypocrite.

While the rest of the world is consumed with the creation and perusing of ‘Best Of 2015’ lists (and, okay, I may even do my own before NYE. Maybe.), I am a little preoccupied at how my musical year has, ahem, played out.

Because no matter how you look at it, there is no denying that the music that attracted my ears in 2015 has forced me to eat large helpings of my own words, with a generous side of Humble Pie. Let’s take a look at those wonderfully self-assured and longstanding opinions that fell by the wayside this year, shall we?

“Like, she can write lyrics and stuff, but I will never, ever, ever, EVER be a Taylor Swift fan.”

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Yes, you, Taylor. I will never, ever, ever-..oh, what the hell.

Okay, in no universe do I start sentences with ‘like’, but the general sentiment still stands. And yes, even in a stadium of 76,000 bellowing Swifties, in the presence of the songstress herself, I could only halfheartedly join in towards the end of Love Story (because, key change you guys…I’m a musician, not a robot).

But in no universe can I deny that T-Swizzle got me good with 1989. And then Red. And finally, towards the end of term 4, when sanity is a scarce but valuable commodity, best fuelled by soothing simplicity and unabashed singalongs, even some of Fearless and Speak Now. All I need now is a flower crown…

“I am not a pop fan. I am NOT a pop fan!”

TayTay aside, there has been a steady flow of pop in my album rotation this year. 2015 hasn’t been a particularly exciting year for music releases, but there have been some pretty sweet pop tunes floating around…and, much to my surprise, I found myself relishing the structural security and devilishly catchy choruses of the genre I have often dismissed, nay, disowned, in a misguided attempt at street-cred (which you can thank 14yo Jessie for).

It wasn’t until I’d worn the Chet Faker and Marcus Marr collab ragged in a mere afternoon that I realised I’d better just own up: I AM a pop fan. Good pop, mind…but more on that another day.

“Streaming? Pah! I’ll always prefer my real-life CD collection.”

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‘Nuff said.

I clung valiantly to my ideals…until The Beatles started streaming. Done dealio. THE WORLD IS IN MY HEADPHONES RIGHT NOW.

Who’d have thought being a hypocrite openminded could be so profitable?!  Wonders never cease…

Image sources: Stereogum That Eric Alper
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