Hating Music

Following on from yesterday, I had the thought that hatred starts with dislike or disapproval. In fact, hatred is perhaps simply strong disapproval.

Is dislike or disapproval a bad thing? Are we supposed to like everything? Isn’t it actually necessary for us to like some things and dislike others. If we didn’t dislike getting physically hurt, we wouldn’t worry about whether we got injured doing something. I once read (I can’t promise that it’s true) that one of the effects of the disease of leprosy is that it diminishes sensations of pain, and the result was that lepers who banged their feet or hands against objects like walls or steps didn’t feel any pain, and ended up after multiple collisions with deformed hands and feet. If they’d felt pain, they’d have taken better care of themselves. So pain helps to regulate us, keep us in line.

Also I like some music, and don’t like others. Or, more usually, I warm to some kinds of music, and am left cold by others. The music at the top of the hit parade is just music that a lot of people like.

I very seldom actually hate any particular piece of music. But there was one piece of music that I did get to hate. And that piece of music was Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody.

“Bohemian Rhapsody” is a song by the British rock band Queen. It was written by Freddie Mercury for the band’s 1975 album A Night at the Opera. It is a six-minute suite, consisting of several sections without a chorus: an intro, a ballad segment, an operatic passage, a hard rock segment and a reflective coda.

It wasn’t a piece of music that I instantly disliked. In fact I first thought it was quite clever. It was, I thought, a pretentious parody of opera. It was a piece of music that was, I thought, poking fun at a different genre of music.

But for me the joke soon wore off. Because, being 6 minutes long, it was twice as long as most other pop music. But unfortunately it became a big hit:

Upon being released as a single, “Bohemian Rhapsody” became a commercial success, topping the UK Singles Chart for nine weeks and selling more than a million copies by the end of January 1976. It reached number one again in 1991 for another five weeks when the same version was re-released following Mercury’s death, eventually becoming the UK’s third-best-selling single of all time. It is also the only song to be the UK Christmas number one twice by the same artist.

There were times when I’d walk into a pub, buy a beer, light a cigarette (you could do that back then), and then ten seconds later hear the damn thing start up on the juke box, and know that I was going to endure it for the next six minutes, with gritted teeth, trying not to listen. Except that I couldn’t not listen.

I think I even walked out of a few pubs when I heard it start playing. Because I came to utterly detest Bohemian Rhapsody. And I detested it because for a while it was always playing everywhere, and there was no getting away from it.

And maybe that’s how antismokers feel about smoking.

It was everywhere, and they couldn’t get away from it, and they ended up hating it with a passion. Is it really very surprising that antismoking began to become prevalent after the end of WW1 and WW2, during which everyone had been furiously smoking, and some people had got to really, really hate smoking.

If so, then most likely smoke-hating antismokers will start dying out once smoking has been banned everywhere for long enough. After all, it’s been a long time since I heard Bohemian Rhapsody, and if I heard it playing again somewhere, I think it might even sound to me like an interesting new piece of music, and I might even get to like it a bit.

These hatreds flare up, but they usually eventually fade away. Old enemies quite often become good friends.

But sometimes one hatred breeds another. After all, after enduring 12 years of antismoking hatred since the UK smoking ban, I’ve come to hate antismokers. It’s a simple counter-hatred. They hate me, and I hate them. Once you start hating me, for whatever reason, I’ll pretty soon start hating you. And when push comes to shove, pretty soon we’ll have a war going.

And right now, all over the world, we seem to be seeing mild disapproval first ramping up into strong disapproval, and then strong disapproval becoming burning hatred, and hatred breeding hatred in multiple different ways. And perhaps all of it over something as trivial and unimportant as a piece of music like Bohemian Rhapsody.

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27 Responses to Hating Music

  1. Timothy Goodacre says:

    Yes i despise antismokers too. The best solution would be smoking and non smoking pubs at the landlords discretion. However anti smokers want it all their own way just like Remainers. There is no dealing with these bastards !!!

  2. garyk30 says:

    I enjoy taunting anti’s.
    Had a medical procedure done Thurs and post-op the nurse snootily asked if I still smoked.

    I replied-“ Of course, mostly ribs and chicken.”
    She was not amused.

    • garyk30 says:

      Let’s all hoist a glass or two.
      “The date of June 15th was designated National Beer Day in the UK to celebrate English ale. It was chosen because it was the date on which King John signed and set his seal to the Magna Carta in the meadows at Runnymede.“

  3. smokingscot says:

    I was going to come with this as an off topic, however it’s not.

    You guys may recall that Madonna is passionately anti smoking, insisting no one smokes in any venue for at least 2 hours before she comes on stage.

    However she’s getting on a bit and she had that meltdown when her son quit her to live with his father. So perhaps she’s found out she’s just a self centred control freak.

    Anyway she’s got a new album she must flog to as many suckers as possible. And she’s giving interviews and loads of publicity shots.

    What’s interesting is she’s always tried to shock people – and the first static photo shows her with either a cigarette or cheroot in her hand right up against her nose and mouth.


    I see no smoke, hence the probability it’s a cheroot that’s been left to go out. So she’s got no problem with the smell if it gives the impression to her fans that she’s a daring old biddy.

    Or it could be as Deborah implied, that it’s some badge of honour. Madonna does it, others will follow.

    • Frank Davis says:

      the first static photo shows her with either a cigarette or cheroot in her hand right up against her nose and mouth.

      I think it’s just her middle finger.

      • Joe L. says:

        Not sure if that was a joke, Frank, but that is certainly a cigarette in unbleached paper or a cigarillo of some sort in between her fingers. Maybe it’s a joint; as we all know, the smoke from cannabis is healthy and theraputic, but smoke from tobacco is lethal.

      • RdM says:

        It’s quite clearly a cheroot, cigarillo, or small cigar.

        Unlit, so perhaps she’s just pretending to be a bad girl.

  4. Charles Burns says:

    Yes, Bohemian Rhapsody is worthy of hate
    Calaboosh callaboosh can you do the Fandango. It is forever stuck in my brain like a tumor.

  5. slugbop007 says:

    Enesco’s Roumanian Rhapsody is much more interesting. Same with the rhapsodies of Brahms and Liszt.


  6. Lepercolonist says:

    That whore Madonna used to pick up strangers for sex in the back of her limo on the streets of New York. She was idolized by millions of teenage girls. Such a great moral example. But smokers can not smoke in Times Square because it looks bad to the children. Crazy society.

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  8. Dmitry says:

    Just like (Sir) Paul McCartney hates his own Yesterday. You can kill anything by overuse.
    There are 2 really, really great works of music (far as I’m concerned), that’s The Gospels by Rick Wakeman and Salieri’s Requiem. And I listen to them very, very seldom – like once in 1-2 years. But if they’d be murdering them in every pub…
    And, since we are at it, once I’ve advised Beobrigitte to try Lacrimoza to wean her off Rammstein (both groups are German), and ever since that time she kinda disappeared. I wonder why.

  9. Dmitry says:

    To add: last summer I was sitting in a lobby toilet (sorry) in a Vienna hotel, and the speakers were playing Mozart’s Lacrimoza from Requiem!!! That’s one more way to murder great music, and nobody does it with Mozart better than the Austrians do it…

  10. smokingscot says:

    Thank you RdM.

    The first image leads to a (crap) video. Drag down and you get the full photo.

    In the corner you’ll see it’s one of 8. Don’t have the nous to get it onto this page.

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