I LOVE love
songs. I listen to them whenever I can, but
especially when driving for hours in my out-of-town
trips. Of course,
they make me feel good and the driving less tiring.
If my skills
are up to it, I sing along with my heart,
adapting their passion but converting their lyrics, with
proper
modifications, of course, into a heartfelt prayer. Thus,
if nothing
else happened on the road, I usually arrive at my
destination still
looking good and feeling fresh and inspired.
These days,
however, I feel the need to be very restrained
in this pastime. Most of the songs I hear now, all minted
in recent
years and surprisingly rating high in the charts in the
so-called
developed countries, have lyrics that give me some
discomfort. They
often speak of anguish, frustration, depression, of a
lover spurned, a
person misunderstood and despised, etc.
Many cuss words
enter into these songs. Sexual references
too. The sentiments projected are mainly the casual,
highly transitory
and inconsequential ones. The love expressed seems not to
be based any
deeper than the passing instincts and passions.
They give the
impression that they are stuck in some mud
of emptiness to which they react either by wailing,
lamenting and
complaining, or by some naughty if not wild and violent
expressions.
Th melody
itself has become a monotonous repetition of
notes that give one the feeling that the singer is
trapped in some
predicament from which he can hardly escape. It’s a
repetition of
boredoem and angst, not the one usually associated with
being in love.
What is
happening, I often find myself asking. Is this
just a generational thing with me, or is there something
objective? I
believe that there is certainly something generational
and subjective
in this issue, but I also believe that there is something
objective
going on these days about which we have to be alerted.
I believe songs
reflect the temper of the times. They
somehow express the status of the culture of the people
at a given
time. My suspicion is that these songs are only the
product of the
years of permissiveness, secularism, unhinged liberalism
that have
been fiercely afflicting many Western countries.
These cultural
viruses have a way of confining us into our
purely subjective ways. They can give us the sweet
sensation of
floating freely in a sea of relativism without any
absolute moorings.
God is discarded even as we make ourselves our own god.
We bury
religion and unwittingly make our own version of it with
us as the
main deity.
Especially when
we happen to be quite talented and
brilliant, with many ideas, initiatives, discoveries and
inventions to
prop our ego, we can think that we can just depend
entirely on our own
powers and throw God into the dustbin of ancient history.
We fail to
realize that no matter how gifted we are,
without God, those gifts which actually are God-given,
not only have
their limitations that sooner or later we will
experience, but also
will pose as a mortal danger to us.
Many modern
“love” songs, I believe, are mere symptoms of
a much graver crisis taking place in the world today.
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