I’ve had it up to here with horrible auto-tuning and lyric borrowing that plagues music today! I realize that you cannot tell where “up to here” is, but I assure you that it is a very disgruntled height. Every time I turn on the radio my ears are violated by the sounds of dismantled classic songs and voice modification, if I really wanted to hear robot voices I’d watch the movie Transformers.
I suppose it comes down to questioning the musical talent of new hip-hop and pop artists. Apparently not only are they incapable of singing, since they need to modify their voices, but they also can’t write a decent song to save their lives. When I hear classic songs like “Forever Young” and “The Time of my life” remixed, stripped of the chorus, and combined with horrible digital modifications it makes me feel sick and confused. It’s like the feeling I got when I saw Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull.
They say that monkeys typing randomly on typewriters for eternity would eventually complete the works of Shakespear, I believe it would take Ke$ha twice as long.
If all it takes to be “talented” these days is some computer software and the work of someone else, then I wouldn’t be surprised if we see this kind of attitude crop up in other forms of media. Who needs to write a good movie anymore when you can just steal a pre-existing story and remix it with special effects *cough* James Cameron *cough*
I guess if I wanted to make my own film I would only need to film 75% of it and then I could merely plug in a fight scene from The Matrix, and the ending to Fight Club. Guaranteed money maker.
Perhaps it’s not the horrible talent-lacking and lyric-stealing that bugs me, maybe I’m really just afraid of how future generations will see us. I can imagine someone my age in the future, they’re seventy years old and listening to the music that’s popular now. I don’t want to be from the same time as an old man who tortures his family by listening to the high-pitched yappy lyrics of Nicki Mnaj, or the decrepit old lady who is happy about throat cancer because now her new voice-box gives her non-stop auto-tune nostalgia.
It’s time to re-evaluate our standards for good music, or at the very least acknowledge and reduce the amount of credit we give to artists who make money by half-assing creativity. In the spirit of remixing and stealin, rather than write my own ending to this rant II have decided to steal the ending of Terminator 2:
“The unknown future rolls toward us. I face it for the first time with a sense of hope, because if a machine, a terminator, can learn the value of human life, maybe we can, too.”