Wasn’t it just a year or two ago Nicki Minaj writhed and slithered her way into some sort of Satanic ritual at the Grammy Awards while Whitney Houston’s over-dosed body was decomposing in one of the hotel rooms above?
But Friedman’s lament was less about the obscene performance by Hannah Montana’s evil twin, and more about the fact that the entire industry has become one big empty suit! Having grown up with the Beatles, I have watched the industry transform itself…from the youthful and original energy of youth to a worn out middle-aged woman with nothing left to offer…now forced to sell her self on the street! There is nothing on this planet that could possibly be more pathetic!
But what troubles me even more is where does this all emanate from. Who finances this garbage? Who makes this all possible…and why? In the days of the Beatles, the agent/producer discovered the fire already in the bottle and figured out how to promote it. One trip to the Cavern Club was all Brian Epstein needed. It really was an inside out process. The Beatles were original musical artists who Epstein had the good fortune to discover.
Today, it is the other way around. The industry now creates and packages the fire and then decides which nice and shiny empty bottle to package it in. And our children are the eager consumers of whatever it is they are selling.
Now to be fair, I just enjoyed an amazing vacation with my wife and a very normal 15-year-old girl and an exceptional 17-year-old young man who both turned me on to some music I rather enjoyed. Imagine Dragon comes to mind. Adele is a standout diva I pray will be singing to us for years to come. But these are increasingly diminishing exceptions to the upward-trending “garbage rules”!
When I think of the food for the soul that music once was compared to the vacuously sinister tofu it has become, I can only cry for us all. Originality, integrity, artistry and message have become things of the past…
Thanks, but NO THANKS Miley Ray…
I’m not looking for a “good time” today.
Please let us know when you’ve got something to say…
Until then, please consider just walking away.
And all we can do is Wonder Why (by somebody who sings with his clothes on)