I can prove that I have bad taste. Take a listen to this ( warning : foul language)
I love Wesley Willis. I don’t just appreciate him as an eccentric outsider artist as most of his fans do. I seriously enjoy the living crap out of his music. I won’t pretend that I think he is a musical genius. I won’t even try to pretend I think he has any musical talent at all. But I love the sound and I love the over-the-top craziness of his lyrics. I love his cheesy Casio keyboard, his off key yowling and the product placement. I can listen to his stuff over and over again for an hour or two if I’m in the right mood.
It reminds me of the hundreds of hours I used to spend at my grandmothers house in her little homemade music studio. She had a KORG keyboard, a microphone and a 2 track audio mixer. I have very little musical talent, but for some reason, for a few years I was totally obsessed with her little recording studio and I spent so many hours making up song after song, playing it on the KORG and singing along. I’d just churn out tape after tape of this stuff and then I’d listen to it over and over, laughing and having an awesome time.
When I listen to Wesley Willis, I feel like I’m 10 years old again and I just met someone who felt the same way about music that I did back then. I totally love his stuff.
But I have to admit that it’s pretty bad music that lacks virtually every quality that makes music good.