the day the music died

You know what?

I reckon my generation in the first who can truly say that music was better when we were kids.

There was a feeling of sadness with the advent or rock and roll. OK, so it wasm't the lovely Mr Sinatra, but it's still music, and the lyrics are OK.

In the 70s, Abba came in. People said the beatles were better and perhaps they were, but Abba could sing, and they could write songs which had catchy tunes.

When I was growing up, yes the music was for the money, yes it was written by someone else, but again, the singers could sing, the writers could write. Where did that go?

I am un. stop. a. ble and I will chop I will slice I will dazzle them with my wit. That's where. There seem to be few types of song these days. Firstly, there are those which are mabye a bit political or perhaps slightly witty. They write some words, they think of a simple tune, crowbar them together, package it and sell it to the masses who think it's good because the lady on the radio says it is. It's lazy. Why do people fall for it? Then there are those which mention sex a couple of times. They don't need a tune or decent words. Just say 'lets have sex' over a brum and bass backing and people will love it.

And where does it lead? It's a stab at quick easy money. None of these songs will be seroiusly remembered in 15 years time. A 2020 shrek comeback film won't feature songs by Justin Timberlake or Bloc Party. It will have the monkees and elvis. People who wrote songs well, and for the love of music. Not for a couple of bucks and a kiss form a stranger.

At least that's my hope.