The formula is simple, so simple in fact that it becomes abstract and difficult to catch for an adolescent or stay-at-home mom. But its there, trust me.
The formula is embedded in each radio friendly pop song that passes through our ears as lyrically unique, cutting edge commercial jingles that ultimately, if heard with a good ear, comes out sounding identical, like two farts trumpeting the same note from two different brands of fast food nudged and boiled in the large intestines.
Do you hear it now?
Do you hear the catchy hook of meaningless pain and sorrow sung from a teenage molded Cabbage Patch Doll that apparently is manufactured somewhere in Florida?
The hidden purpose of pop music is to not make a difference as it appears. It does not create an identity or give a unique take on the world. The ultimate purpose of this redundant demon is to feed on that one consistent emotion in your life that stains the outer layer of your mind day after day, that one unchanged Xerox copy of boredom that fills your everyday existence as you do the same thing over and over again.
The reason we feel empty, emotionally strained on that rerun concept of broken hearted loss and identity is because mainstream entertainment has the emotional depth of an infant, based not on experience, but on marketing demographics and pizza pie charts of target age groups that has become a company staple for our entertainment selection.
Britney Spears is not making your life better, it is exactly the same.
Lindsay Lohan is not relating to your tragedy, she’s exploiting it.
The Backstreet Boys are not creating diverse music, they are just remixing the same song and giving it a different name.
Understand the formulaic demon of empty emotion and redundancy hides everywhere—in the day old pizza cardboard cartons of tabloid newspapers, in the three act scenarios of our prime time television shows, and wedged in-between commercial slots of acne cream and soda pop billboards.
Realize, all these factors, the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers of pop culture have merged together, fused to become one being that is not teaching everyone to be different like you expect, but teaching everyone to be exactly the same.
So be careful, or else you might catch yourself humming along.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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