I know that music nourishes the heart, it is the ideal companion for different moods, it makes you dream, it allows you to share joyful feelings with other people, it is a balm against loneliness and so on. But as an incorrigible cave dweller, I am unable to recognize the beauty of the music that young people consume today, which floods the radio stations and television programs, and which must have art and charm if one identifies with the melomania of the masses These lutes and letters, but I have already given up these styles that change my hermit existence. To rap and hip hop, reggaeton, trap, drill and other genres with universal success. The musicians who have always accompanied me are dead or nearing retirement. I want to believe that many castaways in the centuries to come will continue to listen to what they have brought forth and that there will always be someone in love with the beauty that comes with classicism. And this concept includes jazz, rock and classical music. All forgotten or in exile.
I've also never been able to join some popular music cults, events that ignite the passion of the common people. They've been slipping, pushing me off, or making me blush since I was little. For example: the Eurovision and Benidorm festivals, the program of the Operación Triunfo, so many competitions that make the huge audience sigh, all very patriotic. Recently, a dominant and powerful clientele has turned to them, forced by the signs of the times.
But they make so much noise that it's hard to miss it. For example, a song that seems like an idiot and pits avant-garde fighters against the classics of feminism. A blonde lady with an unforgettable voice arrogantly proclaims her love for the Zorrerío, the ultimate symbol of freedom. She's accompanied as she dances by some tall men in rhinestone thongs and shaved asses. And even the government president, who is so overwhelmed by exclusively earthly topics, has time to express his humorous opinion on such a supposedly subversive song. It affirms that feminism is not only fair, but also entertaining and provocative. Dylan, Van Morrison and Tom Waits have yet to say what they think of the song. It seems that Cicero was feeling desolate in the Catilinarias when he exclaimed, “O times! Oh customs!” Well, that's what I feel too, even though I don't have his eloquence.
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