Remember when turning on the radio meant a chance to hear the latest in “music.” Popular play lists consisted of the sounds of some singer who poured their heart and soul into an instrument or microphone. Then slowly a change began to transcend the air waves. A few prefab music groups began to appear on the music scene; pretty boys with semi- decent vocals and powerhouse…..producers. There were their female counterparts: big eyed Lolita-esque “virgins” singing and at times warbling bubbly hits.
Many disregarded these lackluster performers as temporary acts that would one time pass; music has been known to be very cyclical. However, the onslaught of faux musicians continued. These performers have endured despite lip-synching screw-ups and late night parodies. Veteran rock groups now have to struggle for air time against pop groups that insist on parading their rock star status.
Sadly the newest generation has been breastfed the beats of the pretty boy drummer and as such this is all they know as music. So the kids go out and buy the fluff- filled albums of the young and pretty as opposed to the albums packed with musical substance. And the cycle of image over talent is perpetuated, and it’s getting so that even the musically challenged heiress’ is cashing in. At this rate Paris Hilton will soon be known as the greatest singer of our time. Ehhhh. Lets hope it never comes down to that.