The disappearance of rockstars or the death of good music
Lets face it, music isn’t what it once was. And I say this as someone born in 1997, so no - I am not romanticising bygone times, because I can’t stand the fact that I am no longer part of the youth. I say it, because as I skip through yet another ‘New Music Friday’ Playlist on Spotify, I can’t help but wonder - why in the world does everything sound so incredibly interchangeable?
Even if a song is well written, it never quite manages to hit that warm, fuzzy, sweet spot, located somewhere between stomach and heart, in-between your ribcage. I guess they really don’t make them like this anymore, but I’m certain it’s not because there are no talented singers or skilled producers available. In fact I believe it is quite the opposite. Everything is just a little too perfect.
In Frank Oceans words:
‘every single record autotunin’
Zero emotion, muted emotion,
pitch corrected, computed emotion’
But how did we get here? When did we decide that the human voice, with its imperfections needs to be compressed and tuned till it no longer has any edge left to it? And when did we just accept mainstream music to be an endless stream of repetitive, three minute short, mostly meaningless yet catchy melodies? Because I clearly remember it wasn’t always like that.
While yes, every decade had its ‘bubblegum pop’ with the sole intention to rob pubescent teens of their pocket money - we seem to have lost the balance here. Lyrics consist of nothing more than love, party, money and the occasional ‘empowerment’ hymn. And even that one is so watered down it barely counts as one. Now I’m not saying those topics aren’t worth singing about, hell some of the greatest songs to ever exist are about them, but today's popular music lacks soul.
Yes, I’ve said it, I know it sounds cliché and cringe but it is true. When was the last time a mainstream artist didn’t just have a ‘hit’ but a timeless record? Not blaming the artists or writers either, but to make timeless music you need exactly that: time.
In this day and age though, creating music is an increasingly fast rat-race. Gone are the days of spending months and months in the studio to write and record a coherent piece of music, consisting of more than 8 songs. Since the birth of streaming services like Spotify, Apple Music and Tidal, no one even bothers making an album anymore, because no one bothers listening. This is single business baby.
even be able to pay two months rent from the payout. With Spotify paying roughly 0.006 USD per stream, no one is in it for the money anymore. You either really fucking love to make music and accepted the fact that you might not ever be able to own a small studio apartment, let alone a house, or you just haven’t been in the industry long enough. Why is it, that we can watch an entire Netflix series in one sitting, but we’re no longer able to listen to a 50 minute long, well thought out album?
Musicians nowadays are supposed to be ‘content creators’, filling our timelines with selfies and dazzling outfit pics, vlogging their every move from going to the gym to taking a shit, all in a desperate attempt to stay relevant. Because good music alone doesn’t get you anywhere anymore. The higher your follower count, the easier it is to break an artist, doesn’t matter if they can’t sing or have the personality of a sleeping pill.
Everyone with a laptop and internet connection can create and upload, and while this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Social media has created a world in which everybody and their grandma is in dire need to talk, even if they have nothing relevant to say.
We will never have ‘Rockstars’ again, because the Rockstar lifestyle is a myth, upheld by leaving things unsaid. Of course they had wild nights filled with Sex, Drugs and Rock n Roll, but the fact that they were under no obligation to broadcast said nights, gave room to a powerful human tool: imagination.