Now that I am in college, I have been exposed to more popular music in the past few months than in the past few years. Some of it is decent, but one day, overhearing some played at a tailgate, a notion sprang into my head, which has become more entrenched over the past several months.
At the heart of most popular music (meaning rock, rap, metal, ect, and even jazz-though there are exceptions) is dispair.
It is a loud scream, a desperate attempt to suppress the feelings of panic, guilt, misery. A distraction from gnawing pain, an echo to hide the lonliness that is really there. Even at the height of its frantic noise, dispair is at its heart.
It is a distraction from suffering which even it cannot hide, for the agony can be sensed in the frenetic attempt to seem upbeat, in the screams that disguise a heart that wants to cry out wailing.
It is an attempt to fill the emptiness of one's soul.
