6 months of being in a — okay I’ll say it — jobless mode have done things to me and the way I view life. It seems the rosy, bubbly and giggly lens I’d have when I was a student has been replaced by a sterner, serious, and a realist sense of how it is in the world; including music.
I don’t know if it’s just me but when I was a teenager, music is just plain music. I tend to listen to what’s popular, I sing a song stuck in my head; thanks to the numerous times I heard it being played over the radio or sung by my classmate.
And then by some luck or fate, I got to listen to songs that are not the usual…teeny bopper or dance manic or even novelty-like songs.
I won’t mention any bands or singers, but what I really like-I have yet to say love-about it is the kind of music being produced has a distinct sound. I enjoy alternative rock/selected rock because of this. Not only it vibes off a ‘cool’ and ‘indie’ feel, but most of all, it still can be pleasing to the ears without so much noise. The earthy and ‘rebellious’ streak is there, and yet you can still listen to it on a quiet evening while reading a book. I mean, pardon to all those hardcore rock fans or even heavy metal dudes, but please, can we not abuse the eardrums of those who listen? I know the distortion mechanism and other sound-enhancing thingy were invented for a purpose, but I think they are not used to damage the ears of the listeners. Keep it clean and yet, still cool.
For this reason, I also enjoy ballads and some rhythm and blues. Acoustics are pleasing to the ears as well. It’s smooth, relaxing and emotion-evoking, even thought-germinating (you know, it makes you think). You can definitely be on a laidback Saturday morning under a tree listening to acoustics, or a late Friday night writing while some rhythm and blues are keeping you company.
However, I’m getting tired of all the drama surrounding songs. It seems that the lyrics of how many songs of today limit themselves to a number of topics to sing about. If it’s not about professing undying love, it’ll be about heartbreak. Sometimes you get a snort of sex innuendos, even a whack of angst out to the world or to the establishment. I get it, writing songs is an expression, much like a painting or a poem. But what I can’t understand is that how some of the songs nowadays only contain a handful of lyrics, and chances are, does not completely say much.
If songs are made to express, how come the lyrics doesn’t make sense?
It is much a joy to hear old songs and be gratified with them because you can honestly say that time was spent thinking of the lyrics, that it silently creeps into your mind and makes you understand what the message is about-aided by the singer’s voice and the music for better retention and understanding, I suppose.
Countless times I have heard people say, “Ooh, I love that song, it’s so catchy”, but jumps on to the next available song with a similar sound. What is our standard of a beautiful song? Is it about the music, how attention-grabbing it can be? Or the lyrics, how attention-retaining it will be?
I must say that I now realized, what I enjoy most in a song is a great combination of the two: great music and great lyrics; regardless of the genre, may it be heavy metal or rock-provided that it doesn’t bust my ears out.