I pity teenagers; I heard thru the grapevine that their music is just no fun at all. I mean no wonder they dress like black death or hapless gangsters, sporting makeup and duds suitable for outlaws or ghouls, not people.
So I thought, wouldn’t it be nice to contrast the dizzy music of my youth with today’s offerings; if you believe in magic, here goes.
There are good artists to cherish in today’s music but they take themselves so seriously that they’ve brought more hanky panky than joy to the world.
In comparison, the music from my generation breathed fun; it was for every day people not cool jerks.
Examples of happy tunes abound from the sixties and here are a few to check out starting with “Wooly Bully” by a “Sham called Sam”…or “Do Wa Diddy” by “Manfred Mann”…or perhaps “Happy Together” by “The Turtles”
Let’s see there was also the raucous “Louie Louie” and “The Kinks’,” “Ya Really Got Me”, a prelude to ‘punk’ that was another raw blast of fresh air.
We also had ditties that were fun and dumb….like dumb- dumb “Irving.”
Remember “Snoopy and the Red Baron” or maybe “Mudda, Fadda,” a song about kids camp….or perhaps a legendary fun/dumb song by Cash titled “A Boy Named Sue.”
And did anyone see Judy in disguise?
I’ve asked teens if they can think of any modern fun songs but only two surfaced, Andre’s 2000’s infectious song “Hey Ya.” It’s a great song that conveys fun and innocence.
There is also Pink’s rant titled “So What.” The song and video are fun but still a bit creepy. Pink sure has a dark side and it is a little eerie to see her fist pumping on a riding mower and screaming about her breakup; she just doesn’t light my fire.
I can’t get no satisfaction from the trashy “GaGa” either because she’s about clothes not music.
Anyway, I’m a believer that innocence and fun didn’t die with Buddy Holly as Don Mclean said but fun in rock has surely been painted black thanks to angry artists who believe that fun is passé and that kids should be pummeled by mature themes from the womb when they should be groovin.
The sixties was also a time of variety, it gave us great R&B from Otis Reading and Wilson Pickett and sweet soul music that crossed over to white audiences. I believe that Motown changed as many hearts of white teens as did the eloquent Dr. King.
Along with the fun, the sixties also ushered in classics by the Beatles, Beach Boys, Stones, the Birds, the Doors, CSNY, Cream and the Hendrix experience while still finding room for the immortal Elvis, Johnny and Ray.
Anyway, why can’t modern artists sing about ‘their’ California Girls, Brown Eyed Girl, Mony Mony or Wild Thing; weren’t they born to be wild?
Kids, burn these songs and you’ll feel glad all over.
Lastly, I’ll bet the modern generation hasn’t heard even bits and pieces about The Freddy, Yellow Submarines or the Bird; I mean come on…everybody’s heard about the bird!
Shoot gotta go ‘cause I’ve been counting flowers on the wall as I await my sugar pie honey bunch. But don’t worry baby ‘cause I’ll get by with a little help from my friends unless of course they come to take me away…Ha-Ha!Tags: Buddy Holly