Name that tune…

“Music is a world within itself with a language we all understand. With an equal opportunity for all to sing dance and clap their hands.”

–Stevie Wonder, “Sir Duke”

How good is your musical knowledge? Does it matter a whit? If you can’t identify the flavor of the month (Vanilla Ice, anyone?) well, that’s fine. After all there is a lot of music out there, and not all of it good, or even to your taste. Not knowing who Rihanna is– fine. Not knowing who Stevie Wonder is? Not so fine.

Being able to name all the members of KISS and identify them without make-up? That makes you either a fan girl or a teen boy circa 1981. Having some idea that the members of KISS dressed up in face paint and platform shoes, and were popular with a certain demographic?? Pretty basic in the common knowledge encyclopedia.

Last month, a member of a message board I’m on stated in a post that she had never heard a Beatles song.  Too many people joined her.  One of her defenders thought a guy named Paul McCarthy may have been in the band. However, a goodly number called her bluff. (Not me. I lurk, and shake my head in rapt astonishment sometimes, but rarely join in the fray.) But the concept of this hasn’t left me.

We are talking about a woman in the area of (total guess by her avatar photo only) 28-33? American. Lives on the East coast, in an urban environment, not in the middle of a corn field in Iowa. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) She’s single, college educated and a career woman, not a SAHM OD’ing on Barney and Diego. (Just Say NO!)

She says– and I think the bit that has been chewing on me is the pride in which she continues to hold her ignorance in high esteem– she listens to Urban and Hip Hop, as do her friends. That’s what they play in the clubs she frequents. That is probably true; it’s a current dance and popular sound. Therefore, she has no idea of any Beatles song, and can’t be swayed that she should educate herself at any level. She doesn’t know who (nor does she care) Johnny Cash is. Elvis, she’s heard of.

However– The grocery store. The doctor’s office. Ever been? Or Walmart, the mall, an elevator? The Muzak played in the public areas of our world is somewhat varied but usually mild and inoffensive (unless you are shopping in a store geared toward a certain clientele). You may not hear Revolution at the Food Lion, but you have on Nike commercials.  But, I Want To Hold Your Hand? Michelle? The Long and Winding Road? All You Need is Love? Yellow Submarine? That’s a nursery song now. Watching movies. Watching commercials on TV. Watching Entertainment Tonight?

Unless you have your own personal cone of silence, The Beatles are just there. They should be. As should a good number, but only a tiny fraction of those who do record music. Because you can’t follow or know everyone. (And just for clarification, knowing doesn’t equate to having to like.)

Do you know Buster Poindexter? No? How about Talking Heads? Black 47? Genesis? The Corrs? Def Leppard? Chicago?  Cyndi Lauper? Madonna? Simon and Garfunkle?  Elton John? Enya? Mozart. U2? Bruce Springsteen? Yo-Yo Ma? Garth Brooks? Loreena McKennit? Bob Seger? Bette Midler? Evanescence?Bryan Adams? Bon Jovi? Carly Simon? Dave Matthews? Type O Negative? The Eagles? Beethoven? Fleetwood Mac? Jimmy Buffett? Itzak Perlman? INXS? Prince? Dougie MacClean? Aretha Franklin? Billy Joel? Debbie Gibson? Michael Jackson? Queen? Black Eyed Peas? New Kids on The Block? Pink? Lady Gaga? Jay-Z? Iyaz? Miley Cyrus? Usher? Jay Sean? Moby? Coldplay? Daughtry? Shania Twain?

Should you know them all? Probably not. I have a pretty extensive and varied list of music on my Ipod. Can you guess where the line is drawn between stuff I listen to versus music I might recognize (either the music or the group name) falls? Knowing a fringe, alternative or one-hit-wonder falls more to fans. Knowing legends? Pretty much falls to humanity.

There is a type of commonality in music—it’s like a shorthand in our language, in our shared experiences, and that to me, was more what this girl, and those who reveled in not knowing a Beatles song, is missing. She is proud of her ignorance.

And is it too far to take this scenario than to assume that someone who refuses to know a Beatles song (she has to have heard one, just doesn’t know it) and carry it to the natural end point of, “Why should I have to know when the Civil War happened? (Extra points to anyone who can educate our  Governor that one of the reasons for said unpleasantness was slavery.) Why should I have to know that Grover Cleveland was a president? How is it relevant to me?” Another person was fine admitting that what she knows about Vietnam is directly related to what Forrest Gump experienced.

I don’t listen closely to a lot of hip-hop, urban, or current pop. But I like Pink (she reminds me of Pat Benatar for some reason, or Joan Jett)  and I think Lady Gaga is the real deal. (And if you don’t know who Queen is, can you appreciate how she chose her name?) Listening to the Black Eyed Peas’ “I Gotta Feeling” and them singing, “Mazel Tov, le heim”….  If you live in your small, insular, secular world, and you don’t show any interest or curiosity in learning,  do you understand or care what he’s saying? (BTW, I predict this is this years PARTY till you drop song!)

Like music, TV and movie  quotes are signs of our shared experiences. Sound bites, if you will. My husband is notorious for speaking in movie quotes. And some of them are obscure—(to me, at least. My knowledge base, as he says, is identifying flowers as something other than ‘daisy’ and knowing my music. His is movie lines.)

A shorthand for happiness when your ‘favorite’ boss quits might be humming a few bars of “Ding Dong, the Witch is Dead….” (Don’t tell me you’ve never done it!!!!) I’ve used a few little ‘blurbs’ throughout this piece, and if you aren’t a native English speaker from America, you might not ‘get’ them. But if you ARE a native English speaker from America and you still don’t ‘get’ them….well, you may be voted off the island.

This is where we are failing. We talk, and others don’t listen. We say things, but other people don’t ‘get’ where we are coming from, so they misinterpret. My continuing to use the  Beatles in this conversation  is really shorthand for how willing people are to remain ignorant. How do you perceive and understand other cultural comments? Disney does this very well. Things that the parents appreciate in the language and phrases go right over the kiddo’s heads, but keep us from pulling our hair out at the movies.

How can you accidently not absorb this information? The other week, a high school protested that Phelps man. Teens. 14-18 years of age. They sang “Give Peace a Chance.”  Simply by osmosis, the cultural information that bombards us does become a part of us. Hardly anyone would scratch their head if we told them, “No soup for you!” right?  I know of Survivor, but have never seen the show. I have never watched DWTS, American Idol or John and Kate Plus 8, but I know of them.

How does one handle small talk if you don’t have the slightest grasp that the Superbowl is about to be played? (No, you are correct, it isn’t. But right now we are in somewhat of a slump for major sporting events, unless you are waiting for the Stanley Cup.) You don’t need to watch, but how can you not be aware? And lets say you are not of the Judeo-Christian persuasion; does that mean that all the shorthand Biblical references that are used consistently in TV, movies, newspapers, books— are going right over your head?

They are commonalities in your world. There are so many things people say, that they probably don’t even clue in on as being a cultural reference, yet idioms are so much a part of what makes our language so rich (and, yes, so confusing.)

Obviously knowing the 50 states, how to find Italy on a map, and that the Vietnam war came after the Civil War is more important than knowing who the Beatles are…(or Eric Clapton, Elvis Presley, Bob Dylan, Buddy Holly) But sadly, it seems even that information is lacking.

There are acres of empty spaces in my knowledge base. I don’t go all Rain Man when it comes to music, or books or trivia of any kind.  But, I am capable of acknowledging to myself, and to others, when something goes over my head, and even rectifying it on occasion! If an unfamiliar word is used, a reference in a news article doesn’t resonate, I look it up. Don’t you?

Or do you just not care, or figure that if it was ‘that important’ someone else would have explained it to you already?

I am really interested in what others think. How many people can you find today who can’t name a Beatles song, or have any idea who the Beatles were?

Or am I simply getting old?

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Delightfully Cynical

I’ve been having fun lately listening to some old Styx….Such delightfully cynical songs! And really? It’s pretty hard to tell these songs are closing in on being released 30 or more years ago! (Well, stylistically maybe it is apparent…but lyrically??)

Hmm, what else is out there (or on my Ipod) that has such fabulous, sarcastic lyrics? Some Billy Joel, for sure, a bit of Bruce Springsteen, Queen, Talking Heads, The Police, Don Henley

But Styx, (Paradise Theater in particular)…almost an art form in itself…

———So whatcha doin’ tonight?
Have you heard that the world’s gone crazy?
Young Americans listen when I say there’s people puttin’ us down
I know they’re sayin’ that we’ve gone lazy
To tell you the truth we’ve all seen better days
Don’t need no fast buck lame duck profits for fun
Quick trick plans, take the money and run
We need long term, slow burn, getting it done
And some straight talking, hard working son of a gun.
Whatcha doin’ tonight, I got faith in our generation
Let’s stick together and futurize our attitudes
I ain’t lookin’ to fight, but I know with determination
We can challenge the schemers who cheat all the rules

……………You get up every morning and you go to work each day
(You go to work, you go to work, you go to work)
Been doing the same damn job for ten long years this may
(You’ve got to work, you’ve got to work, you’ve got to work)
You’ve been working and saving for your Jamaican dream
Paradise is waiting across the sea
But when your plane lands Montego turns to monsoon
You’ve got the island blues
’cause, nothing ever goes as planned
It’s a hell of a notion
Even pharaohs turn to sand
Like a drop in the ocean
You’re so together and you act so civilized
But every time that things go wrong you’re still surprised
You’ve done your duty, you’ve paid a fortune in dues
Still got those mother nature’s blues

————–Sitting on this barstool talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o’clock news blues
And I’ve given up hope on the afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I’m not crazy? Is it any wonder I’m sane at all
Well I’m so tired of losing- I got nothing to do and all day to do it
I go out cruisin’ but I’ve no place to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder I’m not a criminal
Is it any wonder I’m not in jail
Is it any wonder I’ve got
Too much time on my hands, it’s ticking away with my sanity
Well, I’m a jet fuel genius – I solve all the world’s problems
Without even trying
I have dozens of friends and the fun never ends
That is, as long as I’m buying
Is it any wonder I’m not the president
(He’s not the president)
Is it any wonder I’m null and void Is it any wonder I’ve got
Too much time on my hands, it’s ticking away at my sanity

—————–I know you feel these are the worst of times
I do believe it’s true. When people lock their doors and hide inside Rumor has it it’s the end of Paradise.
But I know if the world just passed us by
The headlines read:
These are the worst of times
I do believe it’s true.
I feel so helpless like a boat against the tide
I wish the summer wind could bring back Paradise
But I know If the world turned upside down

———-You see the world through your cynical eyes
You’re a troubled young man I can tell
You’ve got it all in the palm of your hand
But your hand’s wet with sweat and your head needs a rest
And you’re fooling yourself if you don’t believe it
You’re kidding yourself if you don’t believe it
Why must you be such an angry young man
When your future looks quite bright to me
How can there be such a sinister plan
That could hide such a lamb, such a caring young man

——Don’t look now, but here come the eighties!
I was so cool back in sixty-five
I had it made ’cause I understood what to do to survive
I had my car, and I made the scene
Didn’t give a damn about no gasoline
They can go to hell
My friend we never thought about the world
And its realities
The promised land was ours
We were the Great Society
I’m so confused by the things I read, I need the truth
But the truth is, I don’t know who to believe
The left say yes, and the right says no
I’m in between and the more I learn
Well, the less that I know
I got to make a show

————Half penny, two penny, gold Krugerrand
He was exceedingly rich for such a young man
Sad story, old story
Bring out the band
Another divorce just a few hundred grand
Half penny, two penny, back of the queue
Yes mister poor man this means you
Justice for money what can you say
We all know it’s the American Way
“Come here – hey Angelo… what’s happenin’?”
“Hey, Stosh, good to see ya”
“What the hell you doin’?”
“We’re tearing this old building down here”
“Oh you’re kiddin’ me. Remember when we were kids, and we used to come here every Saturday afternoon to see a cartoon?”
“Yeah, I remember”
“Well what’s she lost to?”
“Who knows- politicians, taxes…it’s a disgrace”
“I’m not surprised, they make me sick. They don’t make theaters like this any more.”
Half penny, two penny, ashes to dust
The almighty dollar says “In God we trust”
Justice for money how much more can I pay
We all know it’s the American Way

————You’re wondering who I am
(Secret secret, I’ve got a secret)
Machine or mannequin
(Secret secret, I’ve got a secret)
With parts made in Japan
(Secret secret, I’ve got a secret)
I am the Modren Man
I’ve got a secret
I’ve been hiding
Under my skin
My heart is human
My blood is boiling
My brain IBM
So if you see me
Acting strangely
Don’t be surprised
I’m just a man who
Needed someone
And somewhere to hide
To keep me alive
Just keep me alive

——————-I guess we used to be the lucky ones
Good fortune smiled on everyone
Stop
A voice said you best beware
Stop
Bad luck is everywhere
And sure enough the voice was right
My luck changed overnight
Stop
Please tell me what went wrong
Stop
I can’t take these ups and downs
Hard times come, hard times go
And in between you hope and pray
The scars don’t show
‘Cause life is strange and so unsure
The days you hardly make it through
You swear that there’s a curse on you
‘Cause nothing seems to fit
And things won’t go your way
You know you’ve had enough
You’ve got the right to say
Why me, why me

(all the above lyrics belong to STYX)

….there are many other fantastic songs (I just came up with 8 hours of such gems for a playlist).

… and THAT is all I have to say politically for the moment, because lately my head spins from the level of vitriol one American pitches against the other, who for whatever reason is having a tough time of it…be it that they didn’t try hard enough earlier in life, got screwed through no fault of their own, or had the bad luck to be born to poor, ignorant parents.

…it boggles my mind that we as a society are so devoted to OURSELVES (the TREE) that we don’t care about the overall effect on SOCIETY (the FOREST)