by undo Wed Sep 26, 2018 12:00 pm
Betrayed isn't really the right word, but when James Blake pivoted away from the the "dubstep" he was making before his first album and started singing on tracks, the emotion I felt was not a welcome one at all.
I don't think it has anything to do with the past 8 (?) years of our culture kind of congealing around what he was doing in that moment (there's a lot of James Blake-esque music out there atm that I don't care for at all), but I finally think I get it or at least recognize that I was really misunderstanding what he was doing on "The Wilhelm Scream" or "Limit to Your Love." Dismissing this stuff as I did was a foolish judgement.
I suppose it helps to step back from how quickly I was absorbing and assessing music back then. It feels good to have distance from that and be removed from the hype, although no one would ever admit being caught up in anything like it today. That was something other people were doing, but never me, etc.
I don't have a point to this other than wishing to acknowledge that I never thought I'd come back to this stuff or have a reason to but now it's feeling deeper and stranger than I ever understood it to be or had the capacity to imagine at the time.