Music

Oh, music. Ageless as sound, yet never dating. What mishaps shall you spurt out next, some wonder? I don't know. And I certainly don't want to know.

Every century you manage to vomit out yet another putrid offspring that will attempt to bite the hand that feeds. Your womb is always swollen, yet most do not notice. Some do, and fear the worst abomination ever conceived.

But sometimes it isn't. Thankfully, sometimes it is content with being just another carbon copy of another carbon copy, a monument to plagiarism without wishing so. And then they praise it. They praised Wolfmother for sucking on savaged Led Zeppelin's teats long after menopause, they certainly shall do so again for other examples of the art of anti-art.

Creativity is an ambiguous term. You'd want to believe that making noise punk with a washing machine and a wall makes you creative; no, it doesn't. It makes you look like a fool compared to those who are held high in regard for they have nurtured their existing influences and twisted them into a product of their own!

Often, totally chaotic cacophony is laud by some whilst the very same is abhored by others who extol yet another proof of organised pandemonium through sound. What counts is not the ear of the auditor but the eye of the beholder, and a paradox is a big black spot on the white wall. Thus, the blind rely on hearing, and if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall in the ditch (good old Matthew). You catch my drift?

Values are protected sonically but only for the interest of the host. Thus the latter is lured like a fish to a daring piece of worm. Some, naive, play the good guys, hoping for a bigger hit of attention, some, retarded adolescents or marketing geniuses, do the exact opposite, wishing for the same. And they get it, because controversy is like sweet and sour pork, and everyone wants the action on sweet and sour pork!

Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe music is worth so much more than I can criticise. Maybe I'm so right that those eloquent comments I serve come with a bitter taste, because truth is bitter. Maybe it's a theme to be further developed. Who knows? No one knows. I might throw you another cream pie one of these days. Just watch out.

Red