So I’ve been looking back at the music of this week, as is my wont of a Sunday afternoon. The trend that I noticed this week was region of origin…
If you know me, and especially if you know me from the time I lived in England’s green and pleasant land, you’ll know that I’m Scottish. Fiercely Scottish. It’s a big part of who I am, and an important factor in my worldview, but what does it mean in real terms? Scotland isn’t a separate political entity, for at least another two years, and there’s frankly not much holding us separate from England.
Mostly it’s pride: pride in the performance of our sports teams, pride in our history of people and inventions, pride in the quality of our countryside. We consider ourselves to have a lot to be proud of in Scotland; from Glen Coe to James Clerk Maxwell. In a crude and probably futile attempt to stay on topic, I’m going to limit the remainder of this post to our music.
That list was limited to artists currently listed in my iTunes match library, which indicates my liking for them. The problem that I have is that I honestly can’t tell if my enjoyment is based on good music, or based on (frankly unsettling) national pride. Maybe you could email me and let me know.
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