Posted by: juveniliare | August 7, 2010

I Love (sex). Of Music and Modern Generation

oh okok..

Before I continue on my post, this is a

T+ rate post.

Thou have been reminded.. And its about music. Not lions humping on each other, K?

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Check this lyric out:

“All night, show it, just you and the crowd
Doing tricks you never seen
And I bet that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
So let me drive my body around you
I bet you know what I mean
Cause you know that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic”

You guys will instanly realize that this is Justin Timberlake and Ciara’s ‘Love Sex Magic’ song. And JT’s fan can get their asses outta this blog cuz I’m not going to talk about his six pack or unshaven chin.

Old music listerner (read: those who also enjoy 90s music) like me will probably be highly distrubed with this kind of music.

When somehow love and compassion is changed with magical stroke of sex’s foreplay. I once asked a friend of mine of this change, and he did said a good point.

“Because they no longer search for love.”

Oh okok, then what?

“Sex, dum head.”

Self explanatory on my friends charater, nee? But he did make his point clear. Western people (as I refer, since I live in Asia for pete’s sake..) they no longer search for compassionate love where the hearts beats faster and your cheeks blushed like a school girl.

No, nah uh. They want something real. Unchained, controlled, no string and one night only. Just like eating Big Mac without worries of fat lumping on your butt.

Made me ponders on the “american pie” by Don McLean. Ma Dad used to stuff me with his songs when I’m just an innocent toddler. 

“A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.”

Sweet aint? I like to imagine this world Don McLean is singing is in those time where the whole family gathers just for the annual weekly lunch. Or the main family rounding up for dinner together.

“We were singing,
“bye-bye, miss american pie.”
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
“this’ll be the day that I die.””

My dad used to refer this part as when the war agaist Vietnam took place. Robbing the good old boys from their nice and polite world to the harsh battlefield. ANd they’d drown them in rye and whiskey over the stressfull battlefield. People starts leaving the eating at tea time with their family. No more apple pie together with family and people mourning for the day after today.

It was sad. And disturbing. For when realization smashed on ones head and they’re faced with monotonous songs speewing how ones are going sexify the others, or complementary songs on one’s sexual attractiveness.

Oh no, I’m so not going to write an essay about modern sex. God please forbid me from doing it..

I missed listening to songs that have stories in it. Ballads as ‘Glee’ shall refers to. I’m currently fixing Billy Joel’s The Stangers Album in the house. Totally enjoying the song “Movin’ Out”.

Its not about love. More like people facing the next day on a shitty life.

And talking about facing the day, check this song:

“I’m not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We’ll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you’re not alone
Holla if you feel that you’ve been down the same road”

Would you be surprise if I tell you that this is Eminem’s song?

I love how he changed. In his music. It is beautifull I’d say. MAde me wonders what actually happened to him, nee? What shook his world so much that he made such an inspiring song like this?

Check this piece by Eminem too:

“And if you ask me too

Daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird

I’mma give you the world
I’mma buy a diamond ring for you
I’mma sing for you
I’ll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don’t sing and that ring don’t shine
I’mma break that birdies neck
I’d go back to the jewler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don’t fuck with dad (haha) “

For me, it spelled of dissapointment one will feel against their self. In this case, dissapointment as a failed daddy. Which is highly possible. Once I saw MTV and a running news states that Eminem never open the internet for fear of the comments of him. No wonders why.

Just imagine how many people shall spew bad things about him? Albeit never knowing him?

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The post is slowly diverting from the love sex theme I’m trying to put up here..

So, what happened with generation nowadays? Dont slave your self on lyrics of solely trying to attract the opposite gender. Its highly disturbing and very much uncreative.

Singer like Chrisye (an Indonesian singer I adore) once expressed his dislike on singin like a hormonal teenager. Which I respect very much. He’s cool, downright cool that I have his songs jammed in the Ipod.

I hope you understand what I’m trying to say. Albeit the many typos and grammar error.

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Responses

  1. Really agree w you. pop songs or top 50 list nowadays usually filled up with meaningless junk 😦

    but there always be hope, my lad 😀 don’t lose hope. especially when the generation have teens like you and me, lol.

    btw, keep on updating, kay? I miss your writings 😦

    • my girl…
      I miss writing too.
      Mind giving me your blog adress *wink wink*? Would like to see what you write in the virtual world.

      Yeah.. I miss oldies music, like the ones from the 90’s. Currently hook up with Shania Twain’s “That Dont Impress me Much” ❤


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