I’d describe it as… a slushing orgy of techno beats, pre-washed optimism, synthetic remnants of haphazard vocals, and numb profanity, forever failing to touch ground. But then, I’m one of those who defines pop music by what plays on what I consider the pop stations on the radio, and more specifically, what songs play on the radio that I find particularly empty, lacking.
I don’t mean to condemn songs, or the radio—I described simply what I see as pop-en-masse, pop-the-majority, pop-the-fluffiness. Not all music of today.
I usually don’t listen to the radio.
I enjoy the smugness, a bit, of not.
I have a growing collection of groups/songs I appreciate, I enjoy hunting out new-to-me artists, I try to find songs that matter, I’m very picky about what I put on my Zune.
But, at the same time, if I can move to it, it’s not all bad.
(Also, I believe it was the Beats, not Beat-niks—If I remember correctly, the true Beat generation called themselves the Beats, and some of the mainstream media, trying to smear them a bit, added the ‘nik’: putting a supposed communist suffix (as in, sput-nik); this was the 50s, culture had found an aversion to red. Problem: the term Beatnik was actually too catchy, and as the Beat movement grew in popularity, young people trying to be cool would claim Beatnik! not realizing they weren’t Beat at all…)