The Utility of a Tune

I’ve never been the kind of man who thinks he can sing a song to solve a problem. Then again, I’m not the type who likes to stick things up his ass. There might be a connection, I’m not really sure. On Telegram, I came across a gay chorus singing a vaccine song. It’s one of these situations that leaves me wondering whether I’m watching a comedy or a horror.  

As best I can tell this all started in 1985, with an idiotic song called “We are the World.” Basically, all the big music stars teamed up to feed starving Africans, which facilitated a population explosion that will lead to more starving Africans.

I’m not a misanthrope, but I’ve always readily accepted the hard facts of life. Back then, in addition to these songs, they’d also have these commercials were you could adopt a 3^rd world child for 15 cents a day and then they’d send you a postcard every so often.

There was a girl in my Sunday school class who’d donate her allowance to do it. I told her she might as well flush it down the toilet, those kids are starving because they live in a country that couldn’t match the architectural feats of a beaver colony. Made her cry, but you can’t sugar coat this stuff.

It’s always been known that music can sway facile minds, and as rap music debuted, it was quickly realized this was rock bottom. So, when I was a kid all these educational rap videos were produced in the vain hope that through this most base of mediums, they could finally get sub-functional IQs to absorb essential concepts of 1^st world life. I remember the teacher playing us a rap video about multiplication, with this look on her face like she’d discovered sliced bread.

A troublesome aspect of rap music is that it’s very hard to avoid because it’s being blared at you all over the place. What I’ve noticed is that it started out as songs with a narrative to them, to what it is now, which is basically “Ima’ kill you.”

Since there are black people wreaking havoc across the world, apparently the UK and Australia have developed “drill” which is a more stab-oriented variety. They felt alienated by American rap, whose blandishments of murder consistently involve a firearm. In these countries, promising to “bag” someone with a knife so they’ll have to use colostomy equipment is a more credible threat than assuring him that you’ll roll up and blast him with “dat extendo.”

I’m not an aristocrat who spends my time at the opera. The point of my rant is that this music is highly problematic and symptomatic of a culture in terminal free fall.