I don't necessarily agree with all the examples listed. I am a fan of hypermodern art forms. Very much so. I also happen to like selected pieces from, gasp, the earl 2000's.
"Watching The Godfather today is like watching Charlie Chaplin's Modern Times (1936) in 1972. Modern Times was a silent film (Chaplin's last)." Here is more.
I often refer to the music-loving Socrates as Nietzsche portrays him in his work Birth of Tragedy. Music is the best form of language, per Socrates. And I concur fully not just because it is Socrates' attitude per Nietzsche but because I happen to share the same attitude experientially. So, those who get mad over not getting showered with attention when music is playing an active part in the discourse need to, well, find other ways to cope.
I dislike interruptions of most kinds. An interruption just happened to me but I didn't mind as much. Here is why. The person asked the right 'general' question. 'What are you listening to?' 'A remix of Pet Shop Boys' It's a Sin.' 'Get out of town!' 'Well, I was here first!' So, jokes aside, there is a reason why I wasn't as bothered by the initially bothersome interruption.
When the Pet Shop Boys’ smash hit It’s a Sin came out in 1987 I was but a kid running around on some Mediterranean beach listening to the same music as my cool, older brother. We both liked their music albeit, in hindsight, for entirely different reasons. When the track shot all the way to the first place in European hit parades, I remember it coming out of everybody's radio on the beach. I had no idea what the text was saying. I didn't actively know that there was a subtle text that the artist Neil Tennant was referring to. All I knew is I was fully captivated by the sound. The lyrics were, and still are, secondary. The opening melody was hauntingly good and no matter which genre of music I start investigating and eventually endorsing, I always go back to this track.
I didn't include this track a few posts ago and I should have. At the same time though, this track does need a bigger stage to shine. To me the track is more than just hot summer days of volleyball playing on the beach and my belting out 'It's a sin, it's a sin, it's a sin, la-la-la-la-la-la-la, it's a sin, it's a sin, it's a sin.' Then the attention deficit would kick in and unequivocally I'd say, 'Let's go swimming.' So, just what is it about certain snippets of sound that makes them timeless? One of the answers I can give is that they are laced with much personalized human experience and with time they become much larger than themselves. And here is the song that needs a bigger stage to shine:
This is the best news commentary paragraph I read this morning. It comes from Maureen Dowd and that's not a shocker.
"If you have a president who’s willing to open up his universe to other smart, strong people, if you have a big dog who shares his food dish, the Bill Clinton era is truly over."
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