The words are familiar, but not in that order
Likes bricks in a wall without any mortar
The old poet set every block in just right
Then vandals in bling switch ‘em ‘round in the night
New meanings are claimed as old meanings are lost
Just a late drive by shooting of dear Robert Frost
Then the cadence it stumbles, the rhyme become weak
Still it’s different and new, and there’s something unique
But it isn’t for me, so I’m turning the dial
Think I’ll put it back on N.P.R. for awhile
If it isn't the original words of the author, the author gets lost. The person ceases to be that person. We need that person with all original thoughts intact. We learn from that person.
ReplyDeleteI have really tried to understand the music of today (and I use the word music very loosely here)! I TRY to understand because I remember my dad's aversion to Elvis...he even got up and turned the television off the first time Elvis displayed his "giration" on (I think it was) the Ed Sullivan Show. To my dad this was just noise and disrespect. I am uncertain whether or not he ever came to appreciate Elvis, but I think the point I am trying to make here is this....perhaps it is a generational thing....perhaps the current generation actually tries to irritate the generation before them....or maybe they really are attempting to say something profound or leave their own footprint on this art form. Whatever the case may be, when it comes to rap, I just don't get it. It actually leaves me anxious and jittery, and if they are saying something worth hearing, we need to be able to understand it.
ReplyDeleteWhile I can remember thinking my dad was an old fuddy duddy, it is his musical influence, the music that we heard in our home that brings me the most enjoyment, contentment, peace, and happiness to this day. I can still hear him singing to me "When I Take My Sugar To Tea". I felt so special...now THAT was music.
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I’ve made no effort to try to understand rap “music” but I have heard a few rap lyrics that I’ve really liked. Flowers growing in manure is what I’d call those poetic lines, because for the most part I can’t stand the stuff. I’m sure some old fart like me said that about the Beatles too all those years ago, and I may be just as wrong as my predecessor. Maybe someday Tom Ashbrook will explain it to me.
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