The Day When Music Died

People will always remember this as the year when music died.

I’m referring to the Grammy’s that just concluded. If shaking some booty and jiggling some flesh would earn you 5 Gramies then it is sheer debauchery of music and its connoiseurs. Beyonce Knowles was a name unknown to many before probably this year or a two… And that name has just won those 5 Grammies. Its unfair. I mean, what kind of music is it in which there is just one singer, exposing herself to be devoured by the prurient few… She does not quite play any intruments. And those unlucky players who provide the music are just shadowed by glowing flesh.

This is the basic concept of Pop (this used to be a very good term in the 80s, which used to stand for Popular Music) Music. Its what is happening to Indian Music Industry, which incidently never matured apart from those few who dared to change the face of it. Indi-pop, as the new term has been coined, has been shredded to nothingness by new models and upsarts dressed in skimpy clothes bouncing to the old songs. These are the same old songs which had a different meaning and were looked upon as good music, and actually were, once upon a time.

The same is the case with the music from United States.

It is the nation which has either given birth to or has been the bastion of artistes like Bruce Springteen, bands like Guns N Roses, Nirvana, Rolling Stones, Def Leppard, Metallica and guitar gods like Steve Vai and Joe Satriani. These and several others were the people who made music. Music that has spanned decades and will continue to do so. Songs that have touched many hearts and brought tears to those desiccated eyes.

But whats happening now is sad to see. Artists (I hate to call then that) like Justin Timberlake, Britney Spears and Beyonce Knowles, raping the music endlessly and in many forms.

I wish I could order execution of all these artists put together.

A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d be happy for a while
But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

And yeah, Happy Birthday to me.

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