Wednesday, July 1, 2009
When did we officially stop using our ears? What is the exact date that music stopped mattering in a strictly sonic sense? What ever happened to gauging the validity of a musical product solely by the number of hairs that stood up along one's chilled spine as a result of the pleasurable sensation elicit from a good-sounding example of music craftsmanship? Fingers can be pointed (mostly middle ones) as to uncovering the culprit(s) behind the decline of ear-based music. When I tune into stations named with letters that used to stand for a shred of music relevance, I am instead insulted by stereotyped versions of target demographics. That is to say that no longer do such stations as MTV or VH1 house videos of musicians (or at least talented ones); they merely parody the types of people who actually willingfully perform lebotamies upon themselves by absorbing whatever mindless content provides a few moments stimulation. By creating a station called VH1 Classic (as in from when music still constituted at least part of the station's programming), a passive confession is implied as to VH1's present music-free state. VH1 needed to make room for a plethra of shows which teach the true meaning of love to every race and gender-based demographic of a developmentally-confused generation. So, while VH1 Classic airs a music videa of Poison's "Every Rose Has Its Thorn," VH1 Regular is likely to further display Bret Michaels affection towards mysogeny sans a lone acoustic guitar in the background (unless he's being employing one of his hackneyed "romantic douchebag" tactics in order to get laid by one of the girls he's going to eliminate later in the episode). Conclusion: Poison is a shitty, generic-sounding 80's hair band which upholds a chauvanistically trashy image regardless of the music's relevance (even though it usually is no more than just a sex-trap, a vehicle for getting Bret Michaels laid).