Missing Yesterday

Recently, somebody had the gall to try and tell me that Billie Eilish is a good singer.  I just don’t see (or hear, in this case, I suppose) it.  Maybe we’ll just have to attribute that to my old age?  Of course, I think I’d be better served blaming it on my old, but refined ears.  I grew up in a time where music was truly a treat for both the mind and the ears.  My ear for music developed mostly in the 80’s and 90’s to where, once, I’d say, 2003 rolled around, I had pretty much closed myself off to most music.  I don’t know why I settled on 2003 as one of the last years I took music seriously.  It’s pretty much an arbitrary time frame, though for whatever the reason, it stuck.  Whereas now, I have people trying to convince me that Billie Eilish and a bunch of other current acts are good, I can only counter with the likes of Toni Braxton, Blackstreet, Babyface, and even New Edition.  These are merely a few of the acts that I listened to then and still listen to today.  I suppose the 80’s and 90’s effectively ruined me for music, to where I am especially picky as to what I listen to.  To be frank, whatever they’re playing on the radio today, ain’t it.

I could even go back even further, when The Stylistics, The Delfonics, and Delegation were doing their thing.   My intent was not to start listing every act that I listen to and so I don’t want to do that.  I just know that with time, everything changes, but damn, music today is just plain bad.

I think I had intended for this to be a longer, more focused rant, but I just ran out of steam.  I guess there are only so many ways to emphasize that something is bad.

As it stands, my ears can’t take what music has become and will likely continue to deteriorate into.

I miss yesterday.  Of course, I like how Patrice Rushen put it in her hit song, “Forget Me Nots”:

Those were the times we had
Sharing a joy that we thought would last
Memories of love and affection
Never really was just a dream