If brief radio flickers and supermarket PA systems have taught me anything about modern music, it’s that kids like to party. The shards of Kesha and One Direction that aggressively force their way into my unwilling ear drums from time to time have certainly shown me that much. However, they never really say ‘drinking’ or ‘dancing’ or ‘hanging out with strangers in awkwardly forced social interactions’, they simply say ‘partying’. Now, I’m not entirely sure when the noun ‘party’, as in an assembly of people meeting with a common goal, be it political, social or celebratory, transformed into this awkwardly misapplied verb that I, for one, feel totally ill-equipped to define. All I know about ‘partying’ is that the significance placed upon it makes it fraudulently seem like some sort of animalistic ritual of transcendental meditation that culminates in an out-of-body experience, or an ascension to a new state of being (which I suppose is true, if you consider ‘hungover’ to be a state of being).
The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Bowie, The Doors, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty; these are some of my favourite musicians, and, for the most part, they’ll be added to the list of defining artists, standing tall beside Elvis and The Beatles, and the like, for decades to come; but in just a handful of years, no one will remember Justin Bieber, or care who Chris Brown is, or display any interest in what Lady Gaga used to wear. While the cliquey, gimmicky, expendable dross that floats across our airwaves today will be long forgotten in the future, the men and women and poets and geniuses of yesteryear who pioneered music and made it what it is will never be forgotten, and will never stop being adored and admired.
Sex, like money, colours your pursuit of happiness from the moment it enters your life. You can alway have more money for better possessions, and you can always have more sex with ‘better‘ partners. It leaves us incapable of true fulfilment, a never ending cycle of the greener grass mentality. It becomes how we define ourselves; all that we do being to impress, and better ourselves in the eyes of others.
My girlfriend wanted to do a ‘special treat’ for her eight year old sister’s birthday, so she dragged me and our friend Genevra into this little mess.
Not bad though…
Why has the western world gotten so obsessive all of a sudden? Is it media saturation or is it kids having a greater ability to express their views via the internet or is it some bizarre fog of dismay that has descended on the world leaving us all clinging to heroes?