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yeah Porky is kinda cute.
hey you SPELL MY NAME THE RIGHT WAY
so you get one point.

I tell people honestly.

however, when one does not liek something it is much more polite to say "it is not my thing." than to berate someone for sucking.

there are very few bands that outright SUCK. ussually it is just not to my musical tastes.

One of my favourite things about seeing gigs with mates is that moment at the end of the gig when one of you turns around and goes "That was fucking AMAZING!" and the other turns around and goes "That was FUCKING SHIT" and then you laugh. Happy times.

One of my best friends fancies himself as a composer. And by this I mean he records himself playing horribly unimaginative Kerry King-style guitar solos and tries to justify them with theoretical bullshit. I never compliment him, but I never criticise either. It's not worth it.

Honestly, I rarely talk music with people in the real world. If it's a friend, sure I'll tell them the truth. Fuck them, they're a friend and I wouldn't be a friend if I just fed them shit all day. Besides, there is something bonding in jocular lampooning.

The only scenario I can picture is talking to a pretty girl and, of course, I'll bullshit her till we go to her place. Unless of course she has a taste for acidic brutality. Kinky minx.

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it depends on who it is, what the situation is and how much i have had to drink. there are times i hold my tongue and dont give an honest answer or just tell the other person that its not really my thing but there are also times i just flat out say something is bad. its suprising how many people become massively insulted if you you speak your opinion about music.

I just try to avoid the chance of having to explain what music I listen to, especially if they won't know the band names.

nope.

I've never known anybody who makes music I like, and so have lied repeatedly.

I like how you've deftly covered up your seething jealousy of your best mate, Chris Rea.

road to hell, what a number!

Yes, and I try to be nice, but I usually transform into a snobbish indie bitch or so they say. If dude likes Coldplay it's serious.

if it's a hot chick then sure, i can pretend to kinda enjoy even something i despise..

but if it's just an idiot who likes dream theater then i'm like, fuck off noob i don't wanna be friends with you!

I rarely tell the truth to anyone about anything. Right now my flatmate thinks that I think his shitty film-school film is 'excellent' which, if I meant it, would put it on par with Taxi Driver in my mind (under the category of ‘excellent films’).

I suppose its just judging things relatively, i.e., last Christmas my grandma knitted me this purple cardigan and I was impressed that a nearly-blind woman, working on her own, could knit something so accomplished-looking (no holes, loosely fitted). It seemed great but implicitly I was actually thinking it was great-for-her - there are probably better cardigans that cost a couple of quid from the market. I think it’s all about the implicit 'for-them'. That film-school film is genuinely shit though, I’m going to tell him to his face, the wanker (he stole some of my bread).

taste is taste. in fact, i usually envy people who can just sit back with thier mainstream radio and television and be so complacent and not question anything. it's been quite the burden for me being interested in harmolodics, noise, atonality, free improvisation, free jazz, dissonance, grindcore, cock esp, industrial, dark ambient, drone, and the like. I'll never forget when I went on a date with a girl. The girl was named Maudie, total girl next door type; pretty, wholesome, wore dresses, didn't drink, smoke, use, or even drink coffee, hated loud music, and was basically the polar opposite of "my type", but I liked her. The whole night went great, untill she turned on my car cd player and I had forgotten to take Temple of Bon Matin's "Bullet into Mesmer's Brain", a minute into the song she thought I was legit insane, asked for a ride home, and never called back. Didn't phase me much, because I still know how rad Temple of Bon Matin is.

The point of this? We have no right telling anyone what they listen to is bad. It's thier choice. We all take our certain paths, and as shallow as it is, what we are into pop culture wise is a big part of our individuality in this society. Therefore, it would suck if everyone liked what you liked. Give me diversity, give me freedom, give me wierd.

I dissed my friend's sis's band once and she gave me hell for the whole week. Apparently Maximum Rock'n'Roll said they're the "second coming of The Descendants." They're pretty.. unextraordinary. You judge.

http://www.myspace.com/cheekyli

I voted Yes, but I have to qualify it by saying my standards for people who are trying to make something are more open than my standards for those who have achieved "success" of some sort.

I've had some friends who made music that wasn't my scene at all, but I still encouraged them and pointed out the best parts while being honest that it wasn't my thing. Meanwhile, nearly all of my friends who've achieved some level of popularity have happened to make great music I thought deserved it.

I tend to seek out people who make the kind of music I love, so usually by the time I've bothered to get to know somebody, I know their music is great. Also, I've found that several people who I found I enjoy conversing with, coincidentally made awesome music they hadn't even told me about. That's happened with a couple people from this board, but it's also happened with an Australian guy I met on the Michael Moorcock board too.

I don't know what I do if I made friends with somebody and they turned out to be Eddie Vedder or Don Henley. That would really suck.