I maintain that a great deal of the “music” of today’s youth is really crappy. Single-chord, over and over, with angst-filled lyrics sung by filthy rich twenty-somethings in a tone so whiny that they make Bob Dylan sound like the Righteous Brothers. Lyrics like “I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care…” You get the idea. Rap music seems to be usually obscene lyrics yelled to music that sounds like one sneaker going around in the dryer.
That said, I was in the gym today, and for some unexplained reason, the Dartmouth gym plays overhead music from a 70s rock station. And on comes “Free Bird”. And it occurred to me that our parents said the very same about OUR music. “That isn’t music! It’s just NOISE!” And I must admit, with the screeching strains of Lynyrd Skynyrd raining down from the speakers, Mom and Dad often had a point. Some of it was really was God-awful. “Free Bird” was followed by “Le Freak”. Yep. They had a point.
One has to wonder how long this has been playing out. Did the Ragtime generation tell their kids that Artie Shaw was “noise”?