First off, I recommend all inflexible rap, rock, and metal lovers not read this article.
See, I’m a musician. I have played pianoforte for seven years, violin for about two and I’m learning French horn.
In short, I am quite competent in the fields of musical performance and critiquing. And I have [almost] every right to be judgmental. So if anyone wishes to remark upon my lack of a right to bash contemporary music, I advise them to hold their tongue.
I usually am quite tolerant, and most of the time I won’t lose my temper. But I really can’t stand arrogant jerks who criticize my ability as an author because of what I write about. Or criticize what I write about because of my ability as an author.
Or in fact, anybody who criticizes me without a reason I deem acceptable. I simply can’t stand it. I will shout, I will be profane, and will, in short lose my temper utterly. So if you people want to abuse the comment board and say that because of your warped musical preferences, I am a poor author and uneducated brute, you will be hated my the Ben.
That out of the way, I proceed to the article.
Contemporary music of any genre is almost invariably bad. In fact music took a steep dive in the quality sector around ’42.
Jazz stopped being instrumental and started emphasizing vocals. Classical music had all but disappeared.
Rock was born, and the number of songs about drugs and sex skyrocketed. By the beginning of this century, music had just about stopped deserving that name.
One thing I have noticed as a pianist is that modern music requires close to no ability to play most of the time. I can hop onto a piano bench and play by ear whatever piece I have just heard with an improvised bass line.
Interesting fact of the day- I have yet to see a piece of pop music that goes through more than a I, V, V7 and IV chord. If you look at Beethoven, you see minor thirds galore. You see Augmented sixths every third note. Your see transposition, rhythmic variety, and accidentals all over the place.
In short, you see music. Now look at rock, metal and pop. You see I, V, IV, V7, I with an unoriginal bass line and loud, obnoxious, even painful chords and some drunk singer shouting about death, drugs and sex. In short, you see garbage.
Not only do I mind the musical (if it can be called that) aspects of contemporary music, I loathe the content. Drugs, Sex, more Sex, Alcohol, More Drugs, Drugs Sex and Alcohol combined, and the occasional swearword.
Admittedly, one does occasionally find a piece of modern music that is merely another genre, that is to say it is merely a melodious, creative and relatively interesting work of art that merely doesn’t appeal to me. But such a happenstance is rare, if not unheard of.
I am painfully aware that a single page article by a melodramatic, satirical seventh grader attending an obscure school in an insignificant city on a small blue planet orbiting a non-noteworthy yellow main-sequence star in the unfashionable quadrant of the galaxy is infinitely improbably going to change the world in the slightest.
But at least my thoughts are out in the world. And perhaps we’ll develop an infinite improbability drive in the next century. But how infinitely improbable would that be, hmm?
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