Can We Talk About Anything Else Besides: Money, Sex, Drugs and Alcohol?

Some of the stuff we listen to is not really music. It is complete trash. I mean, I am personally sick and tired of hearing the same stuff over and over again. The only difference is, it is to a different beat. Our music industry is really sucking in this generation. I want to hear real and good music on the radio again. Most of these rappers or singers do not do half of the stuff they rap about. It is a publicity stunt for fame, money, and power. I ask myself this question, where are the real musicians? Is the music industry so soaked in the notion of “quantity trash” over quality? Every idiot can grab a microphone and rap about the same old stuff we are all sick and tired of: money, sex, drugs and alcohol. I personally do not believe life is all about that. There is more to life than money, sex, drugs and alcohol.

Soulja Boy can literally rap about his day: “Turn my swag on”. I mean come on!

This compared to this:

These are the kind of songs we need to bring back to our society. Songs which will motivate us and get us going. Song which will make us think and which will get us to chase the most important things in life.

I feel bad for our generation and the generations after us. All we see and all they will see is money, sex, drugs and alcohol. PATHETIC.  Some do not or will not get the chance to see the most important things in life. Yes, some of these stupid songs are great for parties and other stuff. I am not totally denouncing it because then I will be a total fake since I do enjoy some of these song at parties. But we should definitely bring back our good songs!

Good music is sometimes like the medicine which makes you feel better without prescription.

One comment

  1. I’m too nihilistic and hedonistic to agree with you. If not sex and drugs, then what? Love, you say? I’ve been hearing that sentimental rant of the idealists throughout my life, and no matter how you or I feel about it, it’s just that, a rant. Even though I enjoy the process of acquiring money for its own sake, the only true purpose of money to me is its function as a medium to keep the pleasure coming, which necessarily demands preservation of the psyche (or of life, to put it less accurately). The only thing I regret is that I am a mortal organism, because I wish I could enjoy my sex and drugs for all eternity. Oh well, I’ll go listen to Lady Gaga or something.

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