sábado, outubro 15, 2005

Old Man, Bad Music

Critical and impatient. Two adjectives you could, without any resistance from my part, put on my resumé. Whether you do or do not believe in astrology, I am your classic Aries: It´s gotta be now and it´s gotta be perfect. So, being that my anal retentiveness (pardon the term, but my friends were the ones who used it first!) seems to have quite a good grip on me, I'm just gonna go ahead and bitch away about a subject which lately - lately being the last 10 years or so - has annoyed me.

WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH MUSIC THESE DAYS?!

Just for now, try to look past my apparent intolerance and show some sympathy towards me... Yes, I'm being inflexible. Yes, I'm condemning something which is, after all, only a matter of taste. Yes, I'm behaving like an old man! Mind you, I'm not even thirty yet... But c´mon, you gotta give me some credit! For someone who grew up addicted to Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Simon & Garfunkel and the likes, it´s simply torturous to turn on the radio these days. Sticking to what I know, which is rock and roll, here is what I hear:

Guitar distortion at maximum so as to create a musical blur. Some idiot plowing away at his drum set (which hurts even more, since I'm a drummer myself!). The missing bassist: Either you can´t hear him or he doesn´t exist altogether. Keyboards. What keyboards? And last but not least, vocals. Oooh, things get interesting here! The mentality is "write anything and bellow it"; or the variation: "Write anything, throw in your best raspy voice and sing like you have some serious speech impediment". Sounds familiar, right? And the worst part is that almost any band which struck it rich since the mid to late 1990´s, with the rarest of exceptions (Coldplay, to name one), sound exactly the same!

Is it just me? Am I becoming another one of those old geezers, incessantly mumbling "how can you listen to that stuff? In my day..."? Or is this an accurate diagnosis of today´s "music"? Yes, in italics and quotation marks.

I hope there is someone out there, with a bit more leverage and a lot more creativity than today´s musicians, who sees things in the same manner. Maybe this person can bring back the beauty and complexity which once fueled music.

Lyrics and melody, not gibberish and noise.

3 comentários:

Michael disse...

I agree partly with Bernardo. There's a lot of crap out there these days. The band Creed for one (or did they retire?). There are a couple artists/bands that I like from recent years. Here's a personal list of recent acts: Radiohead, Coldplay, Wilco.

Mostly I listen to songs from the 1920's through the sixties. My top two are the Beatles (including solo by Lennon and Harrison) and Bob Dylan. Jazz and blues of the old are great, and I've been listening to some classical...Philip Glass. And, some country like good ole Johnny Cash. Most commercial pop and billboard chart-toppers kind of suck. However, a lot of people like Hip-hop and the last ten years or so have been key in that genre.

In conclusion, it all comes down to having good taste, and Bernie's got it.

Renata Rollin disse...

Bê! Gostei do seu blog viu? Adorei o título! De vez em quando virei aqui visitar sua janela... Vc escreve bem menino! Estou impressionada! Agota quero ver o desempenho em português... Cadê seu nacionalismo? Beijocas da Rê

Anônimo disse...

Ber, ontem à noite eu estava assistindo ao Madame Lee, o programa da Rita e, após ler o seu blog, especialmente este post, eu achei o que ouvi ontem ainda mais interessante.

Bem, o tema do programa era o cafona, o brega e afins. Convidados Marisa Orth e Falcão (o brega, é claro). Lá pelas tantas a Marisa Orth me canta o seguinte:

"And (perdão pela misturança) aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa wiIiIiIiiIIIlll always lov youuuuuUUUUuuUUU..." Com direito a boca tremendo e queixo trepidando (ou vice-versa, como queira).

Entenda as variações das vogais como os irritantes passeios por toda a escala musical, inclusive os sustenudos e bemóis, que após a Witney Huston, todas as cantoras americanas resolveram adotar. Mano, QUE SACO! Será que é só isso que elas entendem por cantar?