Living Under A Figurative Rock - Nikita Mujumdar

This post is not about rock music.

It’s very hard to write a post for a blog that is essentially a music blog when you know as little about music as I do. I had a fantastic idea some weeks back, and I wrote it down on a little piece of paper lest I forget it. But then I promptly lost that piece of paper, so now I have nothing. Please bear with me. 

The other day, I read this gem on Suri’s Burn Book about Willow and Jaden Smith. Of course, I was curious, so I read the entire article and it is ridiculous. I can't believe that these people are encouraged. The Smith children are completely idiotic, and yet, inexplicably, famous as musicians, even though their most popular song has lyrics as inane as this:

I whip my hair back and forth

I whip my hair back and forth (just whip it) 

I whip my hair back and forth 

I whip my hair back and forth (whip it real good)

What.

See, I'm practically tone-deaf, so I only enjoy whatever little music I do listen to because of the words [Or, occasionally because I associate a particular song with something that I love. For instance, as I type this, I'm listening to The Beatles' Twist and Shout. I'll never grow tired of that song, mainly because I'll always associate it with the parade scene from Ferris Bueller's Day Off, which is an amazing movie that I absolutely adore].

And because I set so much in store by lyrics, I find it impossible to appreciate a majority of "music" that is popular today. The songs don't make any sense at all ("My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns"? Anaconda's don't even eat buns. They eat rats. So, not only is that line rubbish, but it's factually inaccurate to boot) and, for some reason, they're all about butts. It's not very original is everyone is singing about the thing, now, is it?

Now, one of favourite songs is this one about Richard III. No one who has a life, so to speak, will ever listen to this song. They will never play it on the radio or at a concert (unless you consider that one BBC Prom at the Royal Albert Hall as a concert) like they do with all that EDM stuff. And yet, I love it to bits. I listen to it all the time, and I sometimes hum the words to myself when I'm getting bored.

The best part is, more than fifteen minutes of thought went into writing it. It wasn't a bunch of people sitting around a table trying to figure out what rhymes with the swear words they're trying to pass off as lyrics. A lot of thought and research went into that song, and I'm sure that everyone who listened to it learned something substantial from it. I know I'll never forget Jim Howick, as Richard, singing about being the last Plantagenet, and if I'm ever on a game show, and, for a lot of money, I have to answer that question... Well, let's just say, I'll be able to afford a lot more Justin Bieber concert tickets than someone who actually likes Justin Bieber.

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That's my rant about the popular music industry. You probably think I'm crazy for typing some of the things that I did. And maybe I am. I don't really understand how the world works. That's what comes from living under a figurative rock. A figurative rock from five hundred years ago.

And I'm very happy under my rock, thank you very much.

- Nikita Mujumdar (She writes about The Royals )
Her Blog bloodsweatandtiaras