Today I can’t find music. Today, the world has let me down.
I want to listen to music about something other than teenage heart break, and the boy with chocolate eyes who doesn’t notice you. I’m sick of songs about drinking, smoking, self-indulgence. I’m done with this month’s popstar-hipster claiming rites to the spotlight. It’s been ages since a hearing song has made my head beat faster, or sent tingles down my spine, or covered my skin with chilling bumps.
I wish i could say that i miss the days of originality, back when music meant something more than a record deal. I wasn’t alive then. I missed out. It’s just a disappointment. All those bright-eyed, small-town bands starting out with good intentions, set to change the world. We’ve lost the generation of ingenuity, music that lasts a life time. Sorry kids, but your techno beats only last a day. There’s no bringing Lennon back now.
