Hannah and Papa J

Hannah and Papa J

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Some thoughts on The Black Eyed Peas

Dear Hannah,

You're probably already aware of this, but ever since the 1970's at the very earliest, popular culture has run in 20-year cycles.  I'm now old enough to have consciously experienced three of them. Nobody in the 1960's was interested in the 1940's, but in the 1980's, everyone was excited about the 60's.  In in the 2000's, which is the cultural revival I experienced the most personally, everyone went wild for the 80's.  A period of twenty years gives something exactly enough time to be unpopular; just enough unpopularity to mean that none of the kids will have heard it, and exactly enough time to remind 30 year-olds about the times they used to be interesting -- a perfect recipe for a band to go on an embarrassing reunion tour.  In ten years everyone will go wild for the 2000's, which means I should probably get ahead of them and try to start explaining The Black Eyed Peas.  I can't do anything to explain emo.  Aside from a few isolated hits, the whole of it was garbage.  In certain ways, emo was characteristic of my generation.  To my knowledge, it marked the first time in history that an entire genre was comprised of and defined by an excess of bitching.


When The Black Eyed Peas released their first single, I believe every well-adjusted man had the same reaction I did, which happens to be the same reaction every white man has when he first tries kimchi (which may very well be the same reaction every Asian man has when he first encounters blue cheese).  He thinks to himself -- my face -- get this away from my face.  He wonders whether it's safe for human consumption; he rarely enjoys it the first time.  Then, after cautiously and intermittently shoveling a few bites into himself over a period of months, he suddenly begins to wonder whether he likes it.  He then proceeds on to the next stage where he begins singing its praises, primarily because he now actually enjoys it, but secondly because he knows his openly enjoying it makes his white friends uncomfortable. 

In a strange turn of events, I've now grown old enough to appreciate pop music almost immediately -- most pop music, anyhow, except for maybe Hosier and Sam Smith, who scare me because they're both too boring for a younger me to hate.  I have a feeling my instant appreciation of pop music isn't the way things are supposed to have worked out.  Judging by the older people I know, I was supposed to be clutching my ears and complaining.  This is a sign I may be growing backwards; or maybe I never did youth the right way in the first place, and now I'm discovering how to be young when I should be learning how to grow old.  Either way, remember that you're only actually young once. Don't listen to what your friends say or whether or not you can maintain a certain reputation by enjoying certain kinds of music: it may be the last really great music that's ever produced.  Greece was famous for their plays, even if a lot of them were horrible, right before Rome collapsed and we entered the Dark Ages, and almost nobody ever saw a good play until the Renaissance -- a period of a thousand years.

A man never knows when he's past the peak of genius until his mind begins to soften.  A woman never knows when she'll be her most beautiful, until after she begins to look more homely and she can't do a single thing about it.  Benjamin Franklin once said that The Golden Age was never the present age, and I think he's right.  Not everyone realized the Age of Reason had arrived, and that we were in the midst of Ciceros until the 20th century came and we suddenly found ourselves getting speeches from the likes of Nancy Pelosi and George Bush.  Nobody imagines that maybe this period of musical invention is temporary, and that pretty soon we'll have explored nearly every sound imaginable, and then we'll be damned to recycling the same tired things our fathers went wild to hear for the very first time in human history.  In other words, our future may be comprised entirely of "artists" as shamelessly unoriginal as Bruno Mars -- or worse, something approaching the garbage they play on Eurovision.  Whatever the future holds, it's possible that The Black Eyed Peas really are horrible, and we all have horrible taste.  Or maybe they and LMFAO and Maroon 5 made some of the most danceable and original music of the past century, and now that they're done making it, we'll never hear anything really new again.

Your father,
-J

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