Spam in the place where we live…

What’s my definition of SPAM? Shit Propelled At Many!!! Have we become so used to spam in our lives that we have just become immune to it? Even worse, have begun to encourage it? I have been paying more attention to popular music lately. I’m not entirely sure why, but for some reason I feel like I should be monitoring it more. Maybe so I can fuel my rage over the direction in which its heading, hence driving me to create more of my own music. Maybe so I have an idea of what type of garbage my daughter will soon be listening to. Or maybe I am slowly assimilating to the culture that surrounds. We’re going to hope for 1 and 2.

It all started with Beyonce’s single “All The Single Ladies.” This is the video that Kanye West seems to think is the “greatest of all time.” I’m not sure when aerobicizing with two other girls in a plain white room become creative, but I suppose I’m a little out of touch. So I found the video after all of the MTV VMA controversy, which led me to a related video of a band called Pomplamoose. If you haven’t checked them out, do so. This led me full circle back to Beyonce’s song. She is singing about how some man should married her, or “put a ring on it,” if he were so in love with her. He didn’t so she, in all of her empowered self, moved on. What’s interesting to me is as I mentally scanned over Beyonce’s catalog of hit singles all the way from her Destiny’s Child days to now, I realized that she has produced an awful lot of songs about being an “independent” woman, and breaking free of a man, and doing her own thing. Being single, staying strong, leaving guys who treated her poorly, etc. When she first came on the scene, I was okay with all of this. Alright, you’re young, you’re still a nobody more or less, I’ll buy it. Maybe you’ve been treated poorly. You’ve had some young heartaches. But c’mon, she’s 28 years old now and has been with Jay-Z, one of the most prominent and wealthy rappers of all time, for 7 years! Don’t you think it’s time to move onto a new topic. We get it, you’re an “independent” woman (who by the way admitted being in a state of depression for several years after the breakup of a long term relationship) who maybe had her heart broken. Been a while though, and maybe it’s time to get over it. Anyone remember the lead singer of Everclear crying about his dad leaving when he was a kid? That got old fast, and so has this.

Moving on. Avril Lavigne. We were warned about the Canadians, now look where we are. All joking aside, I don’t mind Avril as much as I should. Mainly because she does some actual creative work. She writes a lot of her own material and is involved in the recording/mixing process. BUT…She too is fake for the sake of marketability. Her first single off of her last album, a song called “Girlfriend,” is all about how she has a thing for some guy who already has a girlfriend. In the song, Avril proclaims that she “don’t like your girlfriend.” The single was released in mid 2007, a year after Avril was already married. Why would she be writing songs about some crush when she’s already married. Either she’s a cheating slut, or she is writing songs that appeal to a crowd that is guaranteed to buy her album. The video features her in several high school scenes picking on this girlfriend and eventually getting the guy. Avril was 23 at the time. 23!!! That means that the only reason she would be in a high school is for her 5 year class reunion.

Moving on. Jonas brothers. Two are in their twenties and the youngest is 17. the YOUNGEST is 17. Listen to their music, watch their TV show, and then think about the fact that they are 17, 20, and 22. You’ll get to where I’m at.

Country singers talking about horses, trucks, and other things that they have nothing to do with. Ever been to Nashville? Now, ever farmed? Not the same thing. I grew up in farm country. Real farm country, where you actually can’t see your neighbors house. Your “neighbor” is as far away as most neighboring cities to Nashville.

Rappers going on and on about their struggles and the ghetto, being thugs, etc. Some of them have struggled, and music is great therapy. A lot of them; however, are doing it for image purposes. You have no idea how many rappers I’ve met from suburbia who go on and on about how “gangsta” they really are.

In the end I’m just really tired of hearing all of the good looking, successful, wealthy, multi-platinum artists go on and on about not finding love, their struggles, and their awful painful lives. Taylor Swift can’t find love? We’re supposed to believe that she’s the geeky tomboy? Okay, sure. We’re supposed to believe that someone is breaking Christina’s heart? Millions of guys around the world are fantasizing about her, and she can’t find anyone? Blink 182 was talking about junior high drama into their damn thirties.

I long for something relevant to come out of popular music. Something of substance and truth. In the end I guess that’s why I make music. Because no one else is making the music that I want. So I make it for myself. I guess the fact that my music isn’t popular is proof of my “refined tastes.” Kidding of course. Still, the next time you’re hearing that catchy single on the radio about the gorgeous country singer getting dumped by her boyfriend, the football team captain, in his chevy, in their quaint souther town, hop onto wiki. You may be surprised to find out that she is in her twenties, from a town of half a million people, and grew up in a well to do family that were all driving asian imports, not american made trucks. Then think of me as you change the station.

Fathomless Regression
(the rambler)

I leave you with some lyrics by an ever so talented and intelligent rapper…please let these be motivation to create something ORIGINAL. The world needs it:

Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire

First it’s her neck, yeah then her back
Yeah I’m a freak, I get into all that
Girl I perform for ya, like a porno star
Till ya had enough then I just need a little bit more
New music new move new position
New erotic sounds is goin down now listen
I can hear your heartbeat, you’re sweatin I can paint a perfect picture
I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I’ll get ya
I work that murk that just the way ya like it baby
Turn a quickie into an all nighter maybe
Your sex drive it match my sex drive
Then we be movin as fast as a NASCAR ride
Switch gears slow down, go down whoa now
You can feel every inch of it when we intimate
I’ll use my tongue baby, I’ll leave you sprung baby
I’ll have ya head spinnin sayin 50 so crazy

Girl I want you to give me what you got and give me more
Girl you can start on top or on fours
You know I like it, when you get into it
Don’t nobody do it, uh, like I do it
Feel the rush, from my touch, get intoxicated
Drunk off my love, call the Hennesey thug
Passion, ya laughin, I can make you smile on the regular
Tell me what you want, shorty, that’s what I’ma get ya
Yeah, I need you to be what I need, more than liquor or weed
I need you to maybe give me a seed
I need you to give me reason to breathe
I need you, I’m tellin this so you know what I need
I’d be a part-time or full-time lovers, a meant-to-be lover
Don’t matter which way it go, I’m oh so gutta
Girl you could get it however you wan’ get it
I’m feelin you, still feelin you right now, get it

Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be a millionaire, Be a, Be a millionaire

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About fathomlessregression

I am a musician, writer, painter, brother, husband, and father. I have more questions about life than I do answers, and spend the majority of my time exploring the infinite number of possibilities that exist. This is accomplished through my art, music, writing, and most of all through conversation. View all posts by fathomlessregression

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