Rap the biggest con in history of music
POOR fellow our modern music.
Canned crap from rap flunkies who can’t sing as they mutter away to a thumping beat – chattering a useless, deviant monologue of prose with an obligatory video of lecherous beauties fastened to the performer, and partying like there’s no tomorrow.
For them and their careers, there’s probably no tomorrow.
Pink is one of the few contemporary artists worth listening to, in a vacuous era of music and various hybrid versions, because she can actually sing.
But even Pink is already trapped in a dim twilight of orthodox melodies and old-fashioned conventional passion.
There’s a lingering rhythmic nostalgia out there that makes you wanna grab hold of the past and remaster the tapes as a Blue Ray of sunshine.
My young daughter can’t stand modern music, but loves U2.
Her family’s very proud.
