I hope everyone is enjoying a happy lucky ’13 new year. My New Year’s Eve celebration was tame. I posted to my Facebook page that I was eating Valley Pistachios, drinking Pepsi, reading “The Hobbit,” and watching the television homage to Dick Clark. Clark introduced so many new musical acts during his 37 years as host of American Bandstand.
I miss the days when music was a pretty sound. History teaches us when rock and roll first debuted it was decried as evil and a sign of impending doom for civilization. I once promised myself I would never get so old that I would allow that type of insanity to color my thoughts about something as pure and beautiful as music. I am disappointed because I now feel that way about rap and hip-hop music.
The heavy beat, excessive bass and techno squeal of this music makes me anxious in a way listening to the Beatles or Elvis never did. The repetitive beat reminds me of self-hypnosis. Add to that the fluctuating hormone levels of teenagers and I’m not surprised when teenage angst turns to violence.
The rational response is to forbid teenagers to listen that kind of music. We all know how well that works: kids always want what the old people forbid...