Most music is just a hustle
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Most music is just a hustle

They've got you fooled. And easy mark. What a sucker.

Here you had the chance to become the greatest civilization in existence and you flubbed it. 

What could be more pathetic? I'm ashamed of you, a bunch of lazy underachievers. You have usurped the rightful place of those who would have done something were they in your position.

The kind of music you have been producing was started by a bunch of stone age yuppies out there social-climbing and beating on a log six thousand years ago. 

If you were a real pioneer of the art of music, you'd be out there going beyond the horizon, crossing new barriers, really coming up with something truly great. But wouldn't you know, if there's money to be made, the fakes will come out of nowhere to block the way. It must be true that money ruins anything it touches. 

Who says a song has to have a repetitive refrain? Who says the base has to support the melody? Who says tympani has to be tympanic? Oh, you do. So that makes you an ass at best and a sucker at worse.

Why have you let these uninspired children with their unending belly-aching become your pop stars? It has to be only one thing. Gullible. Well, maybe that's not you. Maybe it's all those morons that paid for it. The killed music. They have nothing. It's a morbid, lifeless, selfish society that's doomed to oblivion. They are already forgotten.

Music can go further than anyone ever realized. It can be more exciting, more beautiful, more exquisite than ever in history it you help the appropriate geniuses go ahead and compose. They don't even need to be rich, though if they make the breakthroughs, they'd deserve to be. All they need in subsidy; the equipment, the room and board, the healthcare. And believe me, that's a bargain compared to what you get out of it: National treasures, vast income for swaths of the population, a rise in the income of the recording industry, a workforce enlivened and inspired for a change instead of dragging and moping around all the time, the list goes on. 

Take care of the honest musicians and they'll take care of you. In the days of the historically great composers they were renounced in their time. Their contemporary societies benefited from them and lavished in the glow of their genius and creativity. Now we've just about beaten the oldies to death with repetition. There are not true classics in our time, though they are out there. But the rest of you have starved them out with your stupidity and greed. Nothing but zit-faced rock stars promoted by the good old payola. Only now it's the labels doing it. The mob was smart enough to get out of that racket. Maybe they are more noble than those cheap hustlers.

Business needs to get out of the music game. They aren't musicians. Eventually the public will reject it. -- And has. That's why the music rackets are going belly up right now. They want to blame it on Knapster, but if they had the real stars whose stellar careers were blocked by the mindless music industry, the world would have beaten a path to their doors. Now all that's left is dry performances of music history composed by those who were subsidized by kings and nobles. It proves that there's nothing noble about this generation.

Copyright (c) 2005 by Paul A. L. Hall.  All rights reserved.

 

For more on the topic, see the more extensive version of this article in the Music section.