I might not always be 100-percent serious,
particularly on matters I take very seriously..

The three songs I linked to earlier could be either brilliant or shite, or both at the same time...?????

That's the beauty about music, and personal taste..

I like them, spent good money on them, and enjoy them every time I listen.
But can understand why most other people probably won't...

The music that inspires me most at the moment tends to be Ukrainian, Russian, Turkish, etc, folk rock pop - for want of a better description -..
Early 70s glam rock,
mid 60s fuzz box freakbeat..
Early 1980s electro synth pop..
And always under any circumstances vintage rock and roll, and reggae.

I've had my own preferences regarding trad folk and folk rock, since I was a young teenager in the early 70s.
F*** being just one of the genres of music I thoroughly enjoy.

(Hah.. Google dictation and voice transcription applied the asterisks..
Perhaps the internet is sick of what is f*** debates...???)

Personally, I think "summer holiday" is one of the best, most evocative hit records of the 1960s.
On equal footing with "in summer" by Billy Fury.
When I listen to those, I can still taste the cider lollies I'd buy after queuing up at the ice cream van when it stopped on the road outside my childhood home..

But each their own, I couldn't give a monkey's if other people hate these records,
providing they ?have Sound reasons rather just lazy ignorant intolerance..
However, it's not that important, I certainly wouldn't get in a fight over it..

.. well maybe I'd probably take the piss just a little bit to wind them up.
But it's reciprocal they'd have the right to do the same to me regarding my stronger likes and dislikes..

I can be very intolerant to what I consider self indulgent pretentious boring avant-garde jazz art music,
the sort much loved by British TV music awards nominating panels...

Or for that matter any tedious too lengthy guitar solo jamming..

The much-maligned classic rock drum solo,
can be excruciating or exhilarating, depending on mood and circumstances.
Though perhaps better experienced at live gigs, rather than ruining the middle of a good recording...???

I'm not a big fan of over extended soulless improvisation,
displays of egotistical virtuosity just for its own sake.

That's the teenage minimalist down to earth punk and folk fan in me.
Still resisting, and antagonistic towards, pompous self-importance, pseudo intellectualism, and petty snobbery...