Dum dum dum dum

Lyrical boredom. Mundane, pedantic rantings as common as a crow near food.

I was pondering on the meaning of all this nonsense. This incessant dabble I hear on the airwaves. What is it with these people? Do they understand what it means to produce and listen to good music? Well if not good, at least audible and pleasant ones.

But no, you have your rappers and your rockers; with having more spunk rather than the lyrical genius that we traditionally ascribed to this elite class of individuals called musicians. Did you know of Dizzy or Coltrane? Did you hear their sensual beats and feel their cool vibes pulsating, breathing, giving life? Of course you can't. You are too busy being dazzled by your strobe lights and all other forms of visual spectacles that distract you from the actual purpose of music.

In this day and age. The watered down, bastard child of "music" is genetically defective and has no more listening potential than watching a piece of bread mold grow, develop maggots and become completely disfigured.

I can hear the sounds on the airwaves, but I cannot listen to them anymore.