How did it come to this? Or was it always like this and I
haven’t realized it before now?
I am, of course, talking about Pop Radio. And I realize I’m
not saying anything you haven’t already heard before. Because that’s Pop
Radio—hearing the same eight songs over and over and over and over again until
you love Big Brother. It’s like Christmas music in Mid-to-Late December—you’ve
heard the same song so many times that you can’t tell if they are good or not
because all objectivity has been beaten out of you. It was like when I worked
retail: You’d start off with a new set of music, “Oh sweet Allah, something new
to listen to”, which turned into, “Oh sweet Jesus, make it stop”, to, “Son of a
Buddha, anything but this horrible music”.
And that’s the tragedy: There is SO MUCH good music out
there. You could go the rest of your life listening to music and never hear all
of the music that has been produced in the world to this point.
Yet we WILLINGLY do this to ourselves. Spoiler alert: Bruno
Mars ain’t ever getting into Heaven and Taylor Swift will always be a horrible
girlfriend. That’s just the reality of Pop Music. But we listen like the
outcome will change. “Maybe this time Fun. will actually be, y’know, Fun.”
Nope, same boring, whiny crap.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go listen to a band
called, Boring Whiny Crap*. I hear they’re pretty good.
*I hope this band actually exists and are pretty good.
