Music

Where has the music gone

I am a music addict. Not a little but I crave it like a drug. Seriously, if you wanted to really hurt me take away my music. Music speaks to me and speaks for me when words cannot. I have had a love for music from the first time I heard Bebe and Cece Winans when I was 9. Growing up in a strict religious household, secular music was forbidden, but I always found a way. I have a very eclectic collection of music and am always looking for quality musicians. Watching the Soul Train Music Awards tonight reminded of the way music used to be. Music used to have substance. It had a message. It used live instruments. It comprised of real talent. Now music is about a beat and repetitive phrases. Don’t get me wrong there are some newer artists who possess the talent for longevity, but they don’t get the recognition they deserve. Artists like Chrisette Michelle, Ledisi, and Bruno Mars have loyal followers but are not as supported as some of the less talented artists. What makes me sad is that current generations believe that shaking your behind, and cursing every other word is the way to ensure success. In reality those artists, and I use that term loosely, who live by this motto have the shelf life of bread. In order to make a lasting impact on the music world authentic artistry must be revived. Musicians must be inspired and strive to push the lyrical limits beyond what seems possible. As consumers we also bear responsibility in the decline of music as well. If we supported real lyricists and not garbage then artists would be forced to produce better quality work. So as I watch Keith Sweat and Chaka Khan I am appreciative of all that they have given us and hopeful that some future artist is listening out there. We’re waiting for you…