...of days gone by
by Skewlbuoy on Saturday, February 7th 2009

Many people wonder at what point music lost its path....
At one point we had the raw talent of James Brown, Little Richard, Micheal Jackson(yes Wacko), Rolling Stones, Beatles then all of a sudden we were bombarded by half clad, gyrating monosyllabic, hyper-sexed pubescent songbirds supported by metrosexual boy bands and their cohorts of "video vixens".
I will not even bother to describe the content of the songs, it suffices to say "hit me baby one more time" and "let me lick u up and down till u say stop" cover half of the subject matter of music that burst through the radio in the early 90s.
Afterward came the boom bap beats from ghettos, slums and barrios from around the world, though fascinating at the beginning, but the English language is rather limited in the number of ways you can use it to describe the color of your car or the way you grip steel and let it rip on your enemies who threaten your already impoverished existence...maybe I am too harsh.
Nowadays we have a bunch of neo-creatives proclaiming to be the most original, yet they represent packaged and polished to the highest degree. I have to give it up to photoshop and stage lighting...a nice way of diverting our attention from the music. If music is a measure of our development as a species, certain artists whom I wont name are tantamount to our ancestral days when we were nubile neanderthals content to beat out chests and and howl at the moon (that was the music of the day, very much similar to certain artists today who do not seem to be saying anything at all).
Somewhere along the line we stopped caring about what we listened to...but not for long.
I stumbled into this documentary and realized how beautiful music once was, and how we can still take it back to capturing the essence of the old school even as we advance the musical artform. Great musicians of days gone by never conformed and made formulaic music, they pushed the frontier of music constantly and kept their audience in awe of their talent, they became "sex symbols" because they made good music.
I am glad to be part of this transformational period in music history when artist no longer need to be controlled by the "big guns" to sell, I do not want to go back into the whole rhetoric of music labels killing musical creativity, because that is often the excuse for people who do not want to lift a finger to change the status-quo.
We are all to blame for what the industry has become, artists and audience alike.
Here is a documentary that will remind us of how it was back then, they say you never know where you are going, unless you know where you are coming from.
Let us take it back people! The Music Room is my contribution, what is yours?


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