Uh...where was I?
Right, "cheffy" ingredients. I have no doubt that people like this stuff. And my amusement at the idea of it got me to thinking about the musical world, specifically, really "out there" music. Is there some motivational cross-section for the enjoyment of the loud, the rude, and the downright strange? Do I enjoy, say, the scary and powerful blasts from Peter Brötzmann's saxophone just for the music's sake, or should it's intrinsic shock potential be factored in? It's hard to say. Some of these sounds are definitely exhilarating to me, though the shock factor is really only in my head as I don't often share the music with anybody else. Imagine this scenario: me and TheWife™ are driving through the mountains and I pop in a CD. After 10 seconds of apocalyptic bray, she says "What is this? It's making me nervous!"...."It's 'Fuck de boere' by Peter Brötzmann!"..."That's nice. Can we listen to some Ellis Paul?!"
I don't know if there's an equivalent term for "cheffy" in the audio world. Maybe Pico's Whack Jazz comes close. All I know is that I do enjoy the stuff, just like some folks can dig a dish of goose intestines or...urp...venison heart tartare.
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1 - Glen Boyd
When I was in school, they called it "bachelor Homemaking" to make it more, umm "gender friendly" I guess.
-Glen
2 - Josh Hathaway
Interesting parallels. I guess I'm glad there are people who experiment with sauteeing bat schlongs and earthworm intestines just like I guess I'm glad there are people who think you can get a great percussion sound if you let a refrigerator fan shred an M&M wrapper. I'm not going to eat or listen to that shit, but someone should at least find out.