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.