Past generations have all had a defining sound. Music that told the story of days spent, love lost or a night of debauchery. But what are we to say for ourselves? How are we going to identify our generation?
For those not drinking champagne in the club, identifying with today’s music is impossible. The words sit in your head until you’re just a character out of a music video with a fake platinum chain, G-Unit shirt, and a fresh pair of Air Force Ones.
When 50 Cent plays on your iPod you’re feeling like a gangster. Now some may call you a clown, but you’re just lost. A soul in search of a sound to identify with.
Your relation with music is spiritual. You can find answers to life’s troubles in a song. Lyrics can open your eyes and inspire a change. Music is a lost art. Noise is polluting the airwaves. Noise, the sounds of guns clicking, loading and shooting mixed over a beat. Most rap albums these days have it.
Rap is about the lyrics. But there are only so many words that rhyme with bullets, money, and guns. The albums keep coming, but I hear the same thing–garbage. We have failed past generations who really did identify with a certain sound.
We have upset the music gods with free music downloads. They have cursed us with Ja Rule, 50 Cent and all the $15-an-album greedy rappers.
Listen up everybody, there is all kinds of music out there. Sticking to one genre causes you to kill all the others. Don’t let Carson Daly, “MTV,” and the 300 million adolescent girls who watch it; decide what gets played in your car.
Don’t give up hope. The garbage collection comes once a week. We still have time to save the music.