Marry me MICHAEL!

11 02 2008

I was just watching Celebrity Expose: Michael Jackson. 23 years old and all my life later I’m still in love with him. Well Thriller/Beat It him. lol.

I grew up with his music and honestly he is one of the most influential stars from my childhood. Still is now. I will still rock every single one of his songs in my car and house. I will do my horrible Thriller dance in public and by gosh I’ll grab my crotch and scream at the top of my lungs in the grocery store too.

Which got me thinking about music artists now. Seriously what artist now is going to withstand the sands of time? Don’t be naive and say Madonna. This we know. I’m talking about new artists. Eve, Fergie, 50 Cent, Britney Spears, Hilary Duff, the list can go on and on. But all I hear are fades and phases. Their songs don’t last the year. And the next generation doesn’t have the attention span to keep a good song alive.

Who’s going to get tired of Michael’s Billie Jean? Or Madonna’s Holiday? Or Louis Armstrongs’ When You Wish Upon A Star?

I easily get sick of 50 Cent’s Technology, Fergie’s Big Girls Don’t Cry, and can’t leave out Sean Kingston’s Beautiful Girl. It’s catchy, has a nice beat, but then I’m over it by the end of the week. I could care less if it’s recognized on VH1’s 50 Top One Hit Wonders. In fact I would be surprised if they even made the top 50.

But I worry about the mainstream my son will be subjected to. I want him to be surrounded with art and music. I can’t protect him from all crappy music, but I can’t help but fear for him. Music is a huge part of my life. Music has played a huge part in forming who and what I am. I relaxed and learned to love through Louis Armstrong, Aretha Franklin, Ray Charles, Mozart and Beethoven. I learned how to express anger, pain and hate through writing poetry in Kurt Cobain’s angst in lyrics.  I learned that freedom is also a state of mind through The Beatles and hundreds of other worth mentioning artists.

Lately, I’ve been hearing only crap. Nice dance worth crap, but it’s nothing that’s worth me remembering.

Nyx likes listening to ‘rap’ music. Artists such as 50, Birdman, JayZ, thanks to Preston. He likes doing his ‘gangsta’ dance and pretend gang signs. It’s cute, it’s funny, and but he’s getting older and it has to stop.

I grew up in the Ghetto’s of Cali and Preston grew up in some what ghetto of Cali. I grew up scared of wearing the wrong colors and insured I never did. I grew up knowing being related to any gang quite frankly was demeaning.  So although the novelty of my cute adoring son copying music videos was funny and video tape worthy, it must end. I want him to know music is a great part of life, but to appreciate GREAT music.

I can already tell the next generation has very selective hearing for mainstream. I’m damn lucky if I can meet someone under 18 that recognize that Killing Me Softly was sang originally by Roberta Flack. NOT the Fugees. Or that Michael Jackson is actually black. rofl. Ok I had to add that last bit in.

I hope the music industry starts producing better artists. I will admit I love Nelly Furtado and Alicia Keys. They are beautiful artists.