Soooooo.....there are many points in life where we stand humbled. Humiliated. These are not times to be reveled in. We would like to ignore them. Bury them away when they occur as we believe we have done with past humiliations. I could give you a load of examples ranging from my discoveries that I had no athletic gifts, to my total and continuing lack of understanding of women and on to numerous mistakes academically and professionally.
But you always think when these untoward events and self realizations occur that it will be the last one. That you have suffered through the last embarrassing event or self realization. That certainly by now you are comfortable in your own skin. Certainly at 51 you have a reasonable idea who you are, what your tastes are and personal limitations. I am self proud, obnoxious music snob. I am disdainful of the taste makers but even more disdainful of the unwashed masses. I have recently attempted to grab on to something in EDM (Eectronic Dance Music) but no matter what I listened to I found that I could simply not "get there from here". That is ok. I tried. I know EDM is cool and that is where most of the young geniuses are working but... I cannot do it. I had the same experience with Rap and Hip-Hop years ago. Shit happens and it allows me to be critical of what is current. What is hip. Tre music I listen to is not hip. It is just good. Generally in the new music would this attitude has served me well. It has never been easier for talent to put to music out and make it available. The hard part is figuring out what is good.
There are things we know are not good. Whatever is on the billboard top ten chart is not good. These are farts in the musical windstorm. Pap for the masses. They are to be endured when one finds oneself for some sad reason in a mall, at a GAP or Old Navy Store. They don't even play this crap in the Starbucks (leave your gun at home). Right now perched on top in the one and two spots are Miley Cyrus and Katy Perry. Nuffield said. I too proudly did not know what "twerking" is or was and now sadly I do. Madonna arguably mattered. These chicks don't. They are produced and managed to be famous, not to make lasting music. Watching a girl who can't dance dress in pedophile chic and engage in simulated sex (and someone needs to tell her she can dance) is not music and Katy Perry is not much more talented but at least understands her dance limitations. This is the natural extension of Brittany. Ex Disney kids, pretty and well managed stoking up the machine. Here today, rehab tomorrow, gone the next day. I hate this shit.
Put Katy and Miley at 1 and 2 are not the problem. The problem is number 3. I blame Bob Lefsetz...lefsetz.com for telling me about this track. Lefsetz os one of those filters that allows me to find some good music. He writes on the industry and has different tastes than me but is age appropriate and seems like a smart little guy. So several weeks ago he does a post comparing Katy Perry, Paul Mc Cartneys new single and…”Royals” by… Lorde.
Which made me listen to it on you tube.
I immediately dismissed it. All loops. No guitar. All production. Then he sent me again there last week and I listened again, and I couldn’t stop. This gal can really sing and she rights tight and hooky. Any I have listened to it probably 100 times over the last three or four days and I am shamed and embarrassed but it is that good. And it is number 3 on Billboard which is just… just the worst thing in the world. Then through the miracle of Spottify I can listen to the rest of the limited catalogue on youtube and Spottify. Check out the video for “Tennis”.
There is something about the lyrics. There is something about her. I don’t picture her getting naked and humping her ass on stage for a few more clicks. I don’t sense the production machine. Great lyrics, humable hooks and a totally embarrassed music snob but this great and you have probably heard it a 100 times. I am slow to get to this prom.
But everybody's like:
Crystal
Maybach
Diamonds on your timepiece
Jet planes
Islands
Tigers on a gold leash
We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair
And we'll never be royals (royals)
It don't run in our blood
That kind of lux just ain't for us, we crave a different kind of buzz
Let me be your ruler (ruler)
You can call me queen bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule
Let me live that fantasy
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