Because I don’t get their TV or radio. I don’t receive their culture until I go looking for it.
It’s true, English characteristics are embedded in my Boston week. Most of my neighbors talk with strands of the Irish cockney brought here last century (myself included.) We hear the U Kingdom’s music on our radio, watch their Downton Abbeys and Game of Throneses–both winters should not be talked about–and nearly all of our towns are named after one in England.
“Watching Over You” found on Annie Mac Presents 2012
Still, the Atlantic severs the connection.
So when mind numbing potency like You Know You Like It EP are dropped, they completely pass over my head. Even when posted on dynamo aggregator Earmilk, all I absorb is one picture and a few seconds of bouncy pop as I quickly sift through my bucket of new music. Surrounded by the brutes of Red Sox country, pop is something I’ve not yet honed an ear for. I repeatedly skipped over AlunaGeorge until they hammered their charm into my head.
But they made it in there.
Steadfastly, we college town cavemen maintain our corner of the internet, saving all the treasure we find. We have computer dogs, a formidable Chinatown and a seriously similar sense of the shade as our boys across the pond. So when I hear the throttled celebration of Londoner Bobby Tank‘s “You Know You Like It” remix, I know I’m still seeing the same canvas he is.
England, how could I ever doubt your presence?
Your Drums, Your Love & Remixes out now