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Lawrence Henry correctly points out the major difference between songs “then” and “now.” He mentioned Oldies stations.p>Can anyone believe, twenty-five years from now, that there will be Oldies stations playing Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” or anything from Britney Spears? br> — Greg Barnard br> Franklin, TN /p>
What passes for music today (ad nauseam) is nothing more than the noise of clashing junk akin to Fibber McGee’s famous closet. Since I was raised in a home that valued light classic music and the big bands while my youthful musical interests strayed toward Dixieland, Klezmer, country and other folk music tastes, it came as a body blow when the painful “rock” hit the public market. My seminal moment came when I was standing outside Oregon’s stunning Timberline Lodge at night during a light snowfall and the earsplitting cacophony of “Rock Around the Clock” boomed out over loudspeakers. The strong urge to vomit swept through me. Over the years, things went downhill from there. There is no way that I would set a radio dial to today’s “top tunes” as what comes out of the radio is far too upsetting. It is too painful and disturbing; certainly not what my idea of what music is supposed to do for us.
A man of faith in a godless age is hitting Americans where it hurts.
Mr. and Mrs. American Spectator Reader, let P.J. O’Rourke talk sense to your kids.
In Britain, defending your property can get you life.
The debacle of this president’s administration is both a cause and a symptom of the decline of American values. Unless Congress impeaches him, that decline will go on unchecked. An eminent jurist surveys the damage and assesses the chances for the recovery of our culture.
It won’t take long for conservatives to scratch this presidential wannabe off their 2008 scorecard.
The American Christmas, like the songs that celebrate it, makes room for everybody under the rainbow. Is that why so many people seem to be hostile to it?
Was the President done in by the economy, or by the politics of the economy?