I Wanna Rock

Tonight, I finally finished Fargo Rock City: A Heavy Metal Odyssey in Rural North Dakota. I am a little sad to see it go. It feels a bit like breaking up a lover who you had great sex with every night for two weeks, but now that the sex has cooled off a bit, you realize you really have not so much in common.

In the annals of Jodi Chromeydom this will go on the All-Time Desert Island Top-5 books about music (accompanying Mark Lindquist’s Nevermind Nirvana, Nick Hornby’s High Fidelity and Michael Azerrad’s Our Band Could be Your Life: Scenes from the American Indie Underground 1981-1991).

‘Fargo Rock City’ is going to hold a special place in my heart above all the other books that make the Top Five. I can already tell that I am going to love this book with the same passion that I loved Rob Hobot through much of high school. It’ll be a warm kind of secret that I don’t think about on a daily basis, but sometimes out of the blue will clobber me over the head and make me get lost in a memory.

Besides being a book about loving heavy metal, ‘Fargo Rock City’ is a memoir of growing up in the Midwest. Which is part of the reason I love this book so damn much.

Klosterman writes like I do. He writes like a Midwesterner and that feels homey and comfortable to me. He reminds me of myself. Aside from the fact that he’s a day older than me, that he studied journalism at a midwestern school, there are other things about Chuck that remind me of myself-and not all of them are good.

At one point in the novel Chuck discusses how he picked a schtick in college, the shtick changed on a yearly basis. I instantly recognized myself in that passage. It’s painful to admit but I did the same thing. Sometimes it’s not so easy to relate to closely to a book that’s discussing behavior you don’t like and realizing that you have the same sorts of behaviors.

But more than that, Chuck’s got the ability to put into words things that I had thought about fleetingly but never had the coherence to put down on paper.

Plus he mentions the Replacements and I am under contractual obligation to love most anyone who mentions Paul Westerberg in writing.

I dunno what it is about men, but they seem to be the best music writers on earth. I have yet to stumble upon a female music writer who can make me feel the music just by reading her words. I only wish I could begin to understand that special relationship men have with music.

It’s not that women don’t like, even love music, but they just can’t do it the same way men do. I don’t think there exists a female music geek that can be as charming and captivating as a male music geek. Male music geeks love music with a passion usually only reserved for masturbation, beer and breasts.

Do any of you know why this is? What is about men that can make them talk and express themselves so passionately about music? Why can’t women seem to do the same thing? If any of you know of some chick who can write about music the way Jim Walsh, Bill Tuomala or Chuck Klosterman can, lemme know.

Until then, I highly suggest anyone whose ever loved music go read ‘Fargo Rock City.’ This is one of those books I am so sure people will love that I am willing to give it a money-back guarantee. If you read and absolutely hate it, I’ll buy it off of you. I am that sure you’ll enjoy this book and laugh at least 28 times, because Chuck is that damn funny.

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