Consume… kill it… consume… kill it…

We consume pop music so much so that we literally kill it.

Just listening to some music in a Shisha cafe in Dubai. Psy was on, you know, the Gangnam Style guy.

When I used to live in Bahrain, there was a time this song was popular and I used to go to clubbing with friends and dance to this song like there is no tomorrow. In fact, I remember coming to Dubai one weekend and going to clubbing and again this song was on in pretty much every bad. Of course I had no idea I was destined to live in Dubai back then.

Listening to this song made me realise something. We are so used to consuming pop music. We consume pop music so much so that we literally kill it. That’s why we are now used to having one-hit-wonders and that seems perfectly fine. Was it like this in the ‘70s and the ‘80s? Of course not. Some bands back in those days made songs and wrote lyrics so big, so deep that they were consuming us and continue to do so when you listen to them.

I mean, look at the lyrics of this song?

I’ll tell you who I am and whence I came,

It’s not going to be easy to explain

My body has returned, my mind is all at see

Will you tell me who you are and where we’re meant to be?

She answers in a gentle, lilting style,

Says little but speaks volumes with a smile

With a sparkle in her eye, she takes me by the hand

‘Come with me, I’ll answer all I can.’

Jamie:

April, 1358…Paris…I don’t understand any more… my name is Jamie…and mine is a strange story… one which even I don’t fully understand…my father is a scientist… and he has been experimenting with time-eroding drugs… I was sitting in his workroom..it was late at night…and I was thinking… you know, about me and my future…I’ve just left school…and I don’t know what I want to do…I must have somehow have taken the drug… and landed up here.

Jeanne:

My name is Jeanne . . and let me tell you my story . . my father owns many acres around here … which are farmed by peasants … whom he rules with an iron hand .. the neighbouring landlord’s even worse … and I’m supposed to marry his son … That’s not my choice, you know, ‘like father, like son’.

Jamie:

Well I see we’ve both got our problems … perhaps we can help each other … I’ve got something here… lots of my friends smoke it… I don’t suppose you know it… try it, it helps at times like these…

Jeanne:

Oh what a beautiful feeling… everything shimmering in the twilight… look at that sunset… I’ve never seen such colours before… it all seems suspended in eternity… I wish moments like these would last forever… I’m not worried any more… what are you thinking?

Jamie:

I can’t think at the moment… but I feel as if we’ve known each other for years… let’s just enjoy it. Somehow we must stay together, lifelong friend, my lifelong friend, Love like ours will last forever, never end, and never end:

We’ll somehow wipe away our fears,

And find a way bridge the years.

Amazing…