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Now Young Miss and I share the same tastes in punk and screemo, and She is really catching onto country (Good for Little Miss Yankee!!!!) But, when she was twelve, she fell IN LOVE with Frank Sinatra, and listens to him regularly. Guess the Sinatra thing skips a generation....
Hang on just a doggone minute, Joanie. Sounds like you're including the screaming meemies within the category of actual music. I'll give you that Elton John is a far cry from Mozart, and any number of silly comparisons; but heavy metal bears no resemblance to music. That is, if you define music as something that reaches within you and brings out something quite pleasant. And real. And skillful.
Music is, or ought to be something more than piss in a bottle. In the consideration of it, however new, there remains an element of skill that I believe is required of an artist. Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, and others. were groundbreakers and pressed the envelope, but they had skill. Morrison had nothing. And so many of the later, popular screamers are skilled only in their outrageousness -- not in their music.
I'm not a Sinatra devotee. He was never as good as most. However, he did gain a good following, and he wasn't that bad. Doris Day, Ella, Bennet were eversomuch better. You may shoot me now, but Dino was a better musician than Frank.
I'll ramble some more... I'm not opposed to progress; the three Bs were a long time ago and times have changed. But music hasn't. It fits with the time, but it remains opposed to the nonsensical cacophony. Music is harmony and melody and mental ease. And did I mention skill?
It is an art that those of us who lack the capability can appreciate. It's the painter or sculpter who makes something awesome compared to the guy who paints with his butt, or takes fieldrock, puts it on a cowpie, and proposes that it's meaningful. It's Ansel Adams and Mad Magazine. It's the Mona Lisa and the velvet Elvis.
No. I'm not an elitist, there is room for a whole bunch of expression. But I do reserve the right to call a turd what it is.
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