You can call this a vent if you must – I couldn’t care less to be honest.
Have you ever noticed “those” people who constantly gripe about the music of today and how it lacks the originality and creative genius that the music of their day has to offer? Even worse, people our age (teen to thirty, roughly) who stick themselves into one decade of music, bitching to the entire world that they should have been raised during that glorious time. Honestly, there are few things in this universe that get under my skin – but people like this, well, you get where I am going.
Let’s take a closer look at some really irritating but prime examples, shall we?
For some reason, the decade of the ’60s stands out to me – not sure exactly why, but it does. Of course you had the hippies during those “Golden” years, but the music was also extremely original and groundbreaking. There were The Beatles, The Who, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, The Doors, and Pink Floyd, to name several. How many music snobs do you currently know stuck in this decade? My guess would be at least a dozen and being completely honest, I am a terribly conservative guesser. Obviously I understand the appeal to this classic time in musical history, but is it really that much better and impressive than the experimentation of today’s music?
Perhaps we should jump ahead to the ’90s: A time that was loaded with Grunge and Alternative – forget about the further evolution of Rap for a moment. Current radio stations to this day play Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Soundgarden and The Stone Temple Pilots like it is something new and interesting. When I drive by a vehicle with the windows down and the music is blaring, if it isn’t Country or Top 40 it is almost a guarantee to be some stereotypical Rock band. Blah Blah Blah.
That brings me to my next gripe: Country, Rap and Pop music. Let me first say that I appreciate and actually prefer these genres on certain days (definitely not my go-to though). But how is it that Mr. Country music man only wears Wrangler jeans and listens to Country music? Scratch that – he may in fact like some of those “stereotypical” Rock bands (Van Halen, Lynyrd Skynyrd, or Southern “Fried” Rock as I like to call it) too, but outside of that – no variety or diversity. Is he still wearing those old Hanes white underwear thingies? I don’t know…but probably is my guess.
Rap being your one and only, to me, is basically giving up on claiming yourself to be a music fan. Again, I love Rap. I listen to it quite frequently – it takes up about 20% of my iTunes. But if it is the only genre you actively know and like? Take a look in the mirror, friend.
Pop music, aka Top 40, aka turn on the radio and just listen, aka – you are a lazy piece of shit. That is all.
Getting back to the prime-time issue of the day of those people being stuck in their own world, musically speaking. How about we have a brief chat, or intervention, shall we put it, for those who are stuck in “current-land.” I am of course talking about the fans out there who have absolutely no appreciation for anything prior to NOW. How can you call yourself a music fan and not have admiration for what came before? Obviously this crowd is most definitely the minority – however, their mentioning is still worth…mentioning.
Allow me to let up a bit, or pump the brakes. You hit a certain age, how about we call it 40. Kids, marriage, working all the time, in a nutshell – no more time to keep current. This, I understand. You then proceed to dig yourself into your own little hole of music and CDs or iTunes playlists and let that be your soundtrack till the end of your days. Depressing, right?
First of all, I refuse to ever let this be my musical undoing. My mother, for example, is constantly in my and my brother’s grill about burning (CDs) her this and that. She makes us buy her a ticket to Warped Tour every year. For a couple years now, she has become obsessed with anything Jonny Craig-related. To be blunt, the woman is crazy – but I love her, and I hope to always have that drive and passion, aka use my own children to keep me current, cool, hip, and rad (whatever the F the word is in 20+ years) within the world of music, at the very least.
For all those out there stuck in your Kiss makeup, or twirling your little disco ball around, wearing your leather jacket and rocking that stupid mullet, maybe even smoking way too much marijuana and only listening to The Wall on Vinyl…Wake Up! Go listen to August Burns Red, Protest the Hero, or letlive. Those of you unable to take that firestorm of sound, maybe start with The Dear Hunter or Manchester Orchestra. If that isn’t talent – I don’t know what is?
Expectations have always been a pet peeve of mine, but perhaps they are a bit lofty? Do I expect everyone out there to approach the musical universe as though they are a professional critic and need to learn to appreciate and judge both past, present and future endeavors? Well, yes. Honestly, I do not see the difficulty being too outrageous. Call me crazy. I am my mother’s son – blame her.