who killed the music?

who is to blame for mtv?


I was at the hairdressers today. For me he is more of a hedge trimmer. Cut the excess, leave the head. No fancy stuff. Cut and dry. 8 weeks later repeat. But this postg is not about the hairdresser. Neither is it about the disinterest he has in my hair. Its the easiest thing to cut. One sweep of an electric sheep shearer would do the trick. This post is about what I read, in the papers while waiting for my turn on the chair.

Well, its todays sunday express. Big bold letters tht state 'who killed the music?' the article goes on and on about how reality shows and 'evil' corporations and their hunger for trps killed music channels and transformed them into their songless state. They blamed the internet too. Youtube killed it too they said.
But is tht so? If music television is dead and if the internet and trps killed it, we watched it die. We asked for them to change. We wanted them to show more skin. I remember a ban on reality shows back in the 90s when channel v on a dare got a girl to stip down to bare necessities. How did it creep back on us. Talent shows, the races, the rodies and all that. They all seem to appeal to our dark desires. We slave at our work all day, and go back home where these seem to present a vent. the things we want done to others. we want to watch people cry, break down, plot and do the deeds we frown and fantasize over.

I would like tv to go back to being entertainment none of the mindgames all of the fun. music channels that play music. news that show the news, and not sensationalize avalanches. i think its about time we went back to reality and not reality as we doctor it. TRPs shall take care of themselves, show things that make sense and people will watch them. we saw the BBC mastermind quiz. no one complained. the audience hasn't changed. television just needed an easy way out. youtube will keep doing what it does. videos of cats doing funny things. but music television needs to do what it needs to do...

in the words of billy joel:
sing us a song, you’re the piano man
sing us a song tonight
well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
and you’ve got us feelin’ alright

{i wrote this post, on my SE X1. from the hairdressers chair. (or rather from outside the hairdressers place) where i waited for over an hour to get my hair butchered in less than a minute. all typos in this post shall be attributed to my fat fingers and the small keyboard on the X1 god love 'em. but the really serious mistakes in content, and the mindless banter is all me.}