I am both saddened and inspired by the passing of a legend, one of my late mother’s favorite singers, 3-time Grammy winner, Nancy Wilson. She was such a classy song stylist (for those old enough to remember that phrase). No need for background dancers or auto-tune. Her incredible voice–pristine and pure, the vocal gymnastics in her phrasing, fresh and surprising, yet comfortable and easily assimilated, were more than enough of a focal point. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wj05EY2aP7I To think that she was what passed for “pop culture” in her day (she won her first Grammy as Best New Artist). She was a throwback to a time when talent was the fastball, and “marketability” was the changeup https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CjL__M9Y1g and to see what passes for such nowadays…saddens me even more. How far the mighty have fallen. Well, at least for the moment, we still have Marlena Shaw… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XIKBf5mQOM
I work with high school students every day. So I hear them talk about their music–and laugh at mine–all the time. Which is fine, I don’t expect them to like what I like. Just as I certainly didn’t expect my parents to necessarily like the same music I liked as a teenager. But there are a few major differences in the distance between this generation and its predecessors, compared to my generation and that of my parents, that concerns me.
First of all, I was very familiar with, respected, and even liked my parents’ music. I just liked my music even more. No one had to twist my arm to listen to Ella, or Sarah, or Duke, or Satchmo, or Miles, or Trane. I wasn’t forced to listen to Sam Cooke, or Nat King Cole, or to the Platters, or the Drifters, or Chuck Berry, or Little Richard. I just thought that the Jackson 5, then Sly Stone/Graham Central Station, and onto the Hancock/Zawinul/Corea & jazz fusion era, and eventually, P-Funk, and finally, Prince, were cooler! But try to get a 15-year old today to listen to anything made before last Thursday, and you get a frown! 🙂 There is no appreciation for anything that came before their musical knowledge base began forming. That’s not good!
Secondly, as much as my parents may have believed my music to be inferior to theirs, they never doubted my music’s musicality or talent. They didn’t always like it, but they respected it. Because there was unquestioned talent in the music of the late-60s, and all through the 70s and into the mid-80s (after which I essentially checked out from listening to new music). You, like my mother did, may like Sarah Vaughan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDZ8jRbBjy8 more than Chaka Khan, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MGIvfQuxU4 but you wouldn’t presume to say that Chaka couldn’t blow! You may prefer Charles Mingus, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sxz9eZ1Aons but you couldn’t deny that Jaco was a bad mutha-plucka! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsZ_1mPOuyk (and yes, that is all Jaco, in one take, on fretless electric bass–no other instrument or overdub is on that song). But teenagers nowadays don’t have very much that I can honestly say I want to hear more than once. Most of their music, well, isn’t actually music! (As in, “no musical instruments were harmed in the making of this record.”) That’s just a fact, and again…not good!
Third, teenagers (and Millenials in general) don’t have any idea who even makes the music that they listen to! This may be the most important, yet subtle, problem I have with “today’s music.” The delivery system. When I used to buy an album, it had lyric sheets, photos, and liner notes. I could, and did, read all about the record: who sang background but wasn’t really in the band; who played percussion on track #6 on Side B (ask your grandparents what “Side B” means); who engineered the record; who played strings on that one “artsy” song that never gets played on the radio, etc, etc. And I drank that stuff in like the last glass of water in the Sahara! Yes, I knew who played strings on Kool & the Gang’s 1974 album, “Light of World’s” (Noel Pointer), and who played horns on “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin'” (the Seawind horn section: Williams, Hey, Grant & Reichenbach). And yes, when my son was a baby, we used to play this song for him to put him to bed: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqsUncppEkk&index=3&list=PLNJzEjGDW2irAyw18ZqiFL7So_bBlu2dE And yes, the first time I heard it, I said to my wife, “Those two guitar solos are by Carlos Santana.” She couldn’t believe that I could be so sure after one listen to a song I’d obviously never heard before. But I know Carlos’s style and sound so well that I had no doubt I was right (I was.) What’s my point? That people my age appreciate and relate to musicians, not just songs. For us, music is more experiential, more tangible, more interactive…and that matters.
Today, young people don’t ever actually own the music they listen to. They pay for a streaming service that rarely/barely tells you the name of the act/artist/band, much less the side musicians, songwriters, etc. So how are kids supposed to have any knowledge of who plays what, who can really sing, much less harmonize in the background, who writes clever lyrics, whose guitar sound they want to hear more of, when they only hear the songs and never learn anything about the songs? Couple that with the almost complete removal of musical instrument instruction from most public schools, and you have a generation who has no appreciation for how hard…but rewarding…it is to play an instrument (as opposed to a laptop). So where would they even get the impetus to study things like liner notes? When would it dawn on them that one could actually know things like: who wrote the lyrics to a song, or who (if anyone) played bass and guitar on some songs, but not other songs, on an album, or what specific synthesizers were used on each song, or on who played drums on a recording from a live performance? Or who sang background on Stevie Wonder’s “Creepin” on the Grammy-winning album, Fullfilingness’ First Finale (Maya Rudolph’s late mom, Minnie Riperton). Or why any of that matters. But it does matter. And like many other things that matter, it’s nearing extinction. Just sayin’…