Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
Ah, vapid Firefall! Those
lousy, hollow days as the 70s sludged away
like a muddy river of confusion and
useless pap. Élan. What kind of a rotten
title is that for a rock'n'roll record?
Style and elegance? This drivel was the
opposite of that; this manner of
soul-pollution ought not for one minute
have been tolerated within the
hallowed chambers of our sacred national
recording studios. Ah, how far Icarus
plunged, so far and so fast! Little wonder
that disco's malignant cancer could reign
unchallenged and unchecked, eating away
whatever was left before Bruce
swept the banks clean with the
roaring, cleansing fury of The River.
Amen to disco's malignant cancer. I'm not fond of the 70s either although my knowledge of that period in the musical entertainment is too scarce to make an informed opinion. Music is a bit too aesthetic a subject to give it a fair and objective analysis. It's almost, almost I emphasize, like discussing what colors you like best. I always say that a music without proper variation(think the same melody of a few notes repeated time and again through the whole piece whose diabolical monotony makes your teeth grind) cannot be called proper music as it is in the nature of music to 'amuse' our senses and the senses are amused, by our nature, by variation. Do you laugh at the same joke 15 times? No, neither, logic implies, should you fancy a music without a proper melody. But the problem is, people do fancy such tasteless music and when you speak ill of it, it's almost like insulting their religion. They say you shouldn't berate music- it's something personal. Well, the hell with personal. Well, maybe it is but I feel there is a new trend- people aren't amused by their monotonous and discordant music- they find pleasure in the mind-numbing quality of such a brain-washing symphony of unrelated notes.
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