Lost Cause

I love music and I always will. When I was younger, my parents had this ritual on Saturdays. For all you youngsters and non-southerners, we have this thing called the Saturday morning fish fry that comes on some urban radio stations. Early Saturday morning, they would have this program on full blast, basically waking the whole house up. The pillow over the head trick never seemed to work. At the time I didn't know why they loved that music so much. Every song was about the same thing; my woman left me, I'm drunk and heartbroken, my pockets are empty, blah blah blah. I just didn't see the fascination with the blues. I came up listening to rap and r&b. Years later I'm disenchanted with what these youngsters in the music biz are doing. Hip hop is dead and the people who actually make good music are so hard to find. One of the last things I did before I graduated college what make a speech about the delta blues. Back in the day, there was no way you could convince me to listen to that music. Now give me some Bobby Blue Bland and I'm alright. Some people who read this will have no idea who that is. Do some research. Or ask me what's on my Ipod. I guarantee you won't crank dat green goblin or hear about the drugs somebody sold or how big the rims are. Years from now will anybody remember these guys or even consider anything they're doing "classic"? I seriously doubt it, but maybe I'm holding out hope that music will be worth listening to again. Bilal, where are you???