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Music you should NOT be listening to!

Greetings music lovers and readers and possible lovers of my blog,

Over the course of the last few months I’ve taken the time to let you know what music you should be listening to.  Cleary, my vast, superior musical knowledge needed an outlet and you needed another time waste in your day to avoid doing some menial form of drudgery.

So, today, I’ve decided to tell you what music you should NOT be listening to.  The impetus for this blog can unwittingly, and will be, attributed to a friend of mine whose name I will absolutely and unabashedly use.  Drum roll please………Tommy Blake ,formerly of DeSoto TX, now living in Ohio, thank you for your face book post yesterday recalling some of the ghastly music of the 80’s.  Actually his post might have used an adjective that was more offensive than “ghastly” but I am not here to judge him or his intolerant ways.  However, I am pretty sure it started with a G.

Anyway, the gist of his post was that while there was some good music to come from the 80’s there was also some really lame music and bands that scarred all of us 80’s children.  As mentioned in previous posts, I completed my public school tour of duty in 1989 and was an ardent music fan from way back.  I am not without sin when it comes to the music of my youth and I’m not looking for absolution for my errant ways.

This got me to thinking how each decade of music seems to scorch the musical earth at some point and the early period of the next decade is where some of the great music comes from.  All decades have lame artists and bands.  Those that have some meteoric rise never seem to last more than an album or two and once we have some distance, we realize how bad the music really was.  The artists and bands that have had longevity are the ones that have persevered and not tried to ride the wave of the latest musical craze.  They have stayed true to their art and what inspires them. 

I realize that everyone has their own musical taste and that certain things are appealing to certain people.  So, if you have ever listened to the artists mentioned in this blog, I feel your pain(trying to be empathetic) because I too listened to some (very few), not all of the artists mentioned.  However, if you still listen to them, you need to never, ever read my blog again and for the love of all that is right in this world, stop reproducing. 

So, with all of that out of the way, here is a list of artists you should NOT be listening to! 

  • Autograph
  • Winger
  • Milli Vanilli
  • Debbie Gibson
  • Ray Parker Jr.
  • Glass Tiger
  • Taylor Dayne
  • Don Johnson
  • Backstreet Boys
  • Billy Ray Cyrus
  • The Heights
  • Ace of Base
  • M.C. Hammer
  • Chumbawamba
  • Mr. Big
  • Ugly Kid Joe
  • Shaun Cassidy
  • Howard Jones
  • Warrant
  • White Lion
  • Europe
  • Kenny G.
  • Bad English
  • Mr. Mister
  • Falco
  • Patrick Swayze
  • NSYNC
  • Celine Dion
  • Ricky Martin
  • Lou Bega
  • Brittany Spears
  • Extreme
  • Nelson
  • Tiffany
  • Baha Men
  • Wang Chung
  • Slaughter
  • Enuff Z Nuff
  • Cutting Crew
  • Richard Marx
  • Michael Damien
  • Mike & the Mechanics
  • Bulletboys
  • Skid Row
  • Paula Abdul
  • Hanson
  • Wilson Philips
  • Marky Mark & the Funky Bunch
  • New Kids on the Block
  • Right Said Fred
  • Saigon Kick
  • David Cassidy
  • Aldo Nova
 This is by no means a complete list!
Great music awaits!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Last night I pushed the bounds of parental responsibility!

Last night I pushed the bounds of parental responsibility.  I took my oldest son (14) to a State Radio concert at House of Blues in Dallas.  It was not the show that pushed the boundaries; it was the time at which he returned home.  And that time, dear, sweet, gentle reader was, after midnight.  Can you hear Eric Clapton playing as you read?  Why? You might ask.  Well, he had a song called, wait for it….. After Midnight!

And I digress!

So, back to the point, Cade and I have always shared a special musical bond.  As a baby, I would always have music playing and to get him to sleep, I would have to stand and rock him to R.E.M.’s “Everybody Hurts”.  As he got older, he became fascinated with the cadence and delivery of the Beastie Boys and Red Hot Chili Peppers.  Also, much like me, he would connect to certain lyrics and relate them to certain things in his life.  Most of what he shared, with me, was songs about fathers and sons, family, etc…. 

So, for the last fourteen years, I have had the pleasure of expanding his musical horizons and forming this unique bond.  I have taken proper measures to not, intentionally, prematurely expose him to inappropriate lyrics or subject matters.  At fourteen, he has yet to listen to any of my old school rap CD’s. 

Over the years, we have acquired quite a soundtrack to our lives.  He is open enough to initially listen to anything I play and independent enough to make his own informed decision of good or bad music.  Oddly enough, we tend to agree more than not.  The one glaring difference is the current radio friendly Pop and R&B music that he likes.  The difference there is more of an age and experience thing.  I’ve got Milli Vanilli to live down and he, too, will have his musical regrets.

Here is where I really get to the point!

The concert began at 8:00 and the Austin, Texas band Full Service, relatively promptly, took the stage and played an interesting 30 min. set.  Their sound was a combination of bombastic rock and quirky, yet endearing, stage personality.  After the first few songs, I warmed up to their sound.  However, 30 minutes was just enough time.  The kazoo song was funny and interactive with the crowd.

The same thing cannot be said for the second opening act, American Fang.  This band, out of Houston, Texas was torturous at best.  The lead singer pranced around and screamed while the skinny leg jean guitarist struck customary rock posses and feigned indifference to the crowd.  The music was redundant and lacked creative merit. 

State Radio was great and played about an hour and fifteen minutes and did a commendable job of offering tracks from each of their three full length albums.  Cade knew the words to every song and sang along while taking pictures and recording video with his phone.  This was our second time to see State Radio and Cade’s second concert.  You might recall, from a previous blog, that I took him to Austin City Limits Music Festival a few months back. 

So, last night, I kept my son out late, on a school night, and then, fed him McDonald’s at midnight.  Not exactly a Father Knows Best type move, but for one more day, I was still cool and relevant to him.  We shared an experience that I won’t forget and hope that he, too, holds dear. 

And, yes, he got another State Radio T shirt and a CD.  I might be totally irresponsible, but I’m not a jerk.

Great music awaits!