When I moved to England from Philadelphia in 2001, I had braces on my teeth, pimples on my face, and a matching copper chain/bracelet combination. I listened to Green Day and Dr. Dre, and all was right in the world. But I picked up London Calling in my second week, figuring there had to be some connection between the name of the album and the name of my new home. Naturally I got knocked flat on my back, and thus began my year-long crash course in rock music, which eventually expanded to include music in general. Every Brit who mentored me along the way shared a manic enthusiasm for their subject matter, eager to pour whatever information, rumor, and song they had acquired over the course of their lives in Europe.
So this is nothing personal. Europe gave me the music bug, but if you really want to step to America in terms of comparative relevance, you must be out your kot damme mind. While both continents have a rich and storied history, America is most definitely the center of the music world.
We already published the arguments for Europe being musically cooler than America. Here's the flip side.Continue Reading