John Taverner, Proulx, and the rest of those Insipid Twits

The worst aspect of our musical culture, worse, even, than crime and violence saturated (c)rap music, are the timid, dull, inept twits that make up the backbone of the neo-tonalist movement. They generally merge their awful harmonic retreads with gimpy mysticism, a general feel-good worldview, and a rabid dislike of anything more interesting than their own pap.

As a rule, they are long-haired, "thenthitive" types who often dabble in vegetarianism, pouting, yoga, and other false religions. They tend to be (surprisingly) heterosexual, and use these nasty limp-wristed traits to attract the wrong sort of women.

The first of these on my list, John Taverner, a boring schlockmeister from England, is probably the worst of the bunch. Repulsed by the logic of the Western Tradition he went Eastern Heterodox and now seems to have moved even farther into Blavatsky land. It will be a good day when the last score of Taverner's treacle rots and the last recording is found unplayable.

"But," sputters my readers, "Proulx! How can you say that?"

Easy. Proulx is nothing but Marty Haugen played on pipe organ instead of piano/guitar. Useless, boring, awful. A disgrace to the traditions of the church, not the restoration thereof. Blech!