Yeah, well I lied my ass off.
I'm currently watching Shitty -- oops, I mean Diddy's -- show Making the Band 3: Heffa, You Can't Sing. Right now I feel like I'm watching the end of hip-hop and music. Diddy is the antichrist of music.
If you're trying to make music, why the hell would you care about whether or not a girl can dance or if they need to drop 10 pounds? I thought music was about how well someone could sing -- not how well someone could dance.
Not to mention the fact that Diddy can't dance to save his life and shouldn't be allowed to judge that category.
Maybe that's why so much music sucks right now. It's not about lyrics or music -- it's about young girls shaking their asses. That's not music. That's porn. I don't give a shit how well these girls can gyrate. I want to hear them sing and make music that slaps me upside the head and makes me feel something.
Unfortunately, with shit like this, we're back to mind-numbing music about parties, boys and sex. We don't need good songwriters then -- we just need a computer that can string "booty-shakin," "glasses breakin," "feeling naughty," "shake it girl" and "six in the mornin'" together. I think at that point, I'm just going to give up on our future because listening to that much crap will turn your mind to rice pudding.
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Man, the music industry hasn't been about actual musical talent in a couple of decades.
That being said. Making the Band is like crack. Crack, I tell you!
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