Irregular Times Diaries: Unfit Discussion

I was looking around on the Apple Quicktime video site today, and came across an album entitled, My Brightest Diamond – Bring Me The Workhorse

Albums these days tend to have titles that boil down to babble. Lyrics too. It’s as if the musicians know that the songs need a human voice, but don’t really have much to say, just a bunch of chords and notes that sound cool together, so they create the equivalent of lorem ipsum.

The sad thing is that the music itself from My Brightest Diamond wasn’t really that interested. It just kind of wandered around, never getting any place.

Yet, here’s how the musician described the meaning of the album: “Reconciling all the complex emotions found in each of us.” Reconciling ALL the complex emotions found in each of us?!? Nothing could do that, except if the sun exploded and ended all life on Earth. This phrase represents the ultimate in pretense.

It reminded me of a review of Bob Dylan’s new album that I heard a few days ago on NPR. The reviewer seemed to think that the album was a work of genius, with wonderful music combined with poetic lyrics. I was interested. Then, they played a song from the album. The music was boring and unoriginal, and the lyrics were superficial, without much meaning.

If the music hadn’t been produced by Bob Dylan, nobody would bother to give it a second look. There’s too much in the music industry these days of the worshipping of legends, babbling praise without consideration for the real value of what’s being said.