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My love for it can cause confusion. Not sure why. Other than that I'm a couple of generations too far.
I made a deliberate attempt to understand dance music. Just to shut up my younger friends. And to wring some enjoyment from those night club nights.
My experience has beer analogies.
Dance was a new world. Free of preconceptions and prejudice. I hadn't listened to music that way since I was fourteen. Not hearing styles or genres or fashions or fads, but just the music itself. Judging it as music and nothing more.
I've been listening again to some of the music that stoked my love dance of dance. I find myself, no matter how hard I try not to, labelling it. By beats, or style. The wonder has gone. It's no longer just great music. But breakbeat, hip hop, jungle, trance, thumpy thumpy. Something in a box. Not just something great.
I don't want beer to end up like that for me. I want to love a beer without imprisoning it. To retain my teenage wonder.
That's why I say this: St. Bernardus Abt is not a Quadrupel. It's a fucking amazing beer.
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My love for it can cause confusion. Not sure why. Other than that I'm a couple of generations too far.
I made a deliberate attempt to understand dance music. Just to shut up my younger friends. And to wring some enjoyment from those night club nights.
My experience has beer analogies.
Dance was a new world. Free of preconceptions and prejudice. I hadn't listened to music that way since I was fourteen. Not hearing styles or genres or fashions or fads, but just the music itself. Judging it as music and nothing more.
I've been listening again to some of the music that stoked my love dance of dance. I find myself, no matter how hard I try not to, labelling it. By beats, or style. The wonder has gone. It's no longer just great music. But breakbeat, hip hop, jungle, trance, thumpy thumpy. Something in a box. Not just something great.
I don't want beer to end up like that for me. I want to love a beer without imprisoning it. To retain my teenage wonder.
That's why I say this: St. Bernardus Abt is not a Quadrupel. It's a fucking amazing beer.
More... (http://barclayperkins.blogspot.com/2015/07/dance-music.html)