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Music was once an art form, a pleasure to the ears punctuated by musical instruments and the voices of eloquent song birds belting out meaningful lyrics; an expression of the soul. If that is still what music is today, then our souls must be black holes – deep, hellish, moldy, rat infested holes. I’m speaking of the pop, electronic, and most infamous rap music genres of our generation.

I am a generally happy person but my mood quickly turns to ruins when I turn on the radio during my various car driving experiences through out the day, and find that the entirety of radio stations are all playing the same exact song, on repeat. The choices for this week are 1. Scream and Shout by the Black Eyed Peas 2. Trouble by Taylor Swift 3. Thrift Shop by Macklemore or 4. Pick any Bruno Mars song. Whoever invented the tradition of having a “chorus” to a song, should sue artists of today who have murdered the concept, hung it in town square, and paraded around with its head on a stick. A repeated offender of the crime is Rihanna with choruses such “where have you been all my li i i i i i i i (seventeen more repetitions of the pronunciation of the letter “i”) i i ife?” Surprise, surprise, this song was cleverly and artistically named Where Have You Been All My Life. A chorus, like the refrain of a poem, should be a set of tasteful lines repeated for the effect of enhancing your song, not just to fill up time on your track because you have nothing else to say because you are actually not song writer at all and have no talent beyond your excessive use of auto-tuning machinery.

Back in the day, we found artists of quality, music would bring inspiration. Music had the power to start revolutions and bring people together, such as the work of The Beatles and Marvin Gaye. Today, we have the honor of being graced with the presence of “artists” such as Tyler the Creator. He is the figurehead of a group by the name of Odd Future who perform songs with titles such as Kill People Burn Shit Fuck School. I am afraid that it will be quite an “Odd Future” ahead of us, when our children idolize idiotic assholes such as this. Let me remind you, this man was the winner of Best New Artist last year at the Grammy’s. Perhaps rather than sending drug addicts to rehab or murderers to prison, we should just invite them to dinner at the White House to meet the president, as well.

I am appalled and feel almost assaulted when I listen to rap music these days. I knew chivalry was dead, but respect and modesty now too? The music industry killed them. You turn on a song and get verbally abused by their unwarranted profanity. You didn’t want to know that Lil Wayne wants to fuck every girl in the world? Too bad, he told you, and provided details as well. You didn’t want to hear Tyga tell you about how your grandma is on his dick? Oh, sorry, according to him, she is. You think you’re a somewhat well educated, respectable member of society? Nope, Nicki Minaj will assure you that actually “you a stupid hoe, you a, you a, stupid hoe”.

2 Pac managed to weave poetry and storytelling into his raps with messages of substance, in songs such as Dear Mama and Keep Ya Head Up. Now 2 Pac has been replaced by 2 Chainz and guys like Trinidad James who apparently spends his free time popping mollys and sweating. Dear Mr. James, put some deodorant on and do something more productive with your time.

I’m disgusted. My closing words shall be this, I hate bad music that’s my fxxking problem, and yeah it really sucks its a fxxking problem. Copyright that, A$AP.