Music

I don’t know about you, but to me, music ain’t what it used to be. I may just be jaded and naive, but popular music, at least what I get to hear — believe me, I don’t go out of my way — is scarcely distinguishable from the stuff you hear on car commercials.

I’m not sure, but I would imagine 50 Cent’s oeuvre is not going to live very long in the Hall of Legendary Rock Music. Or Eminem. God, don’t let me get underway: Blink 182? Is that their name?

There is a word: music. It involves people qualified to actually deserve a name of “musician.” Sure, there were the Sex Pistols, who actually sought to defy the conventional term of music, but even they, despite their no-doubt eternal protestations, were good, even great musicians. Too bad we can’t say the same thing of the current, even twenty-year old crop.

If you want true musicianship — even though it might be of the fuddy-duddy generation, you can download a true masterpiece, Kansas’s Leftoverture, on my server. Be sure to delete it afterward and do yourselves a favor and get the CD — it’s more than worth it. And don't spend more than 50 cents on 50 Cent.