Suffering,
Thy Name Is FM Radio
by
Jeffrey A. Tucker
What do you
do if you are on a long car trip, you have heard all your Renaissance
polyphony CDs, it's too dangerous to answer email at 80 mph, and
there is no GPS on the dashboard to keep you entertained? Well,
what else but turn on FM radio? Yes, it can be painful, but there
are also ways to make it fun.
Starting on
the left side of the dial, we first encounter NPR. There was some
very intense news lady going on about a Supreme Court matter, spouting
off conventional wisdom about what this conservative will say and
what that liberal will say and how the plaintiffs will respond,
and what the Congress will do if some law needs to be amended in
light of the decision.
These people
all seem like they are from another planet to me. Can news be any
more dull and irrelevant? Oh wait, here comes another item, and
it involves something about Hezbollah and Jordon and peace talks
and retaliatory strikes and tiny slices of land that people have
been killing each other over since the beginning of recorded time
– it's the great white noise of American news. It was putting me
to sleep.
Moving up the
dial, I'm surprised to find about five different Christian stations
with preachers commenting on the need for salvation, on the Bible,
on the culture, and the like. Some are bozos but others are pretty
darn articulate. Some have a great speaking style and a way of bringing
Bible characters to life in a wonderful way, and teaching some good
lessons along the way!
It's hard to
take too much of this. You certainly wouldn’t want a steady diet,
as my mom used to say. But what strikes me is not only its existence
(didn't these people all used to be on the AM dial?) but its ubiquity.
I mean, can anyone think of another cause or another slice of American
life that could so fully monopolize the lower third of the FM dial
as the evangelical Christians?
Who are all
these people who constantly talk about the de-Christianization of
America? Have they turned on their radios recently?
I ask you:
if you turned on the radio and found five separate 24-hour stations
that went on about a single subject – let's say horse gambling or
video games or the need to support wicca – wouldn't you have some
sense that this was a pretty strong and even powerful movement?
I would. I would sound the alarm that horse and video gaming and
witchcraft was taking over the country!
Next on the
dial is oldies rock music. By oldies, I guess people mean 1980s
and some 1970s music. Now, it's hard to be objective about this
music. It is all rather tolerable, even spunky and fun. These are
songs that I grew up with, so it recalls some sense of the past,
which is why people like it. But of course from a musical point
of view, it is all absurdly primitive and pretentious in the extreme.
I just love the way these bands hit on a single idea and beat it
to death, bam bam bam, and finally the song ends.
There are some
aspects of this music, mostly dealing with technical incompetence,
that make it unlistenable after a little while. I heard some song
that had only two chords, the tonic and the dominant. Every time
the guitar player would move from lower to upper, his index finger
would rip along the strings and create the sound of tearing paper.
Once your ear
begins to focus on this, you can hardly hear anything else. Does
this guitar player think it sounds cool? Or is he not hearing it
anymore? Does he not know how to stop strumming for an instant while
he moves his hand? He must, because he seems to do just fine going
in the downward direction. He just can't manage it in the other
direction.
Enough of that;
we move next to a college radio station that plays "experimental"
and "edgier" rock. It's certainly more creative and less commercial
sounding. If you like this stuff, you get to feel on the inside
of something important and non-mainstream, and you get to look down
on the bourgeoisie, which is always fun.
But here again
the problem is a certain thinness of ideas. These bands get one
or two chords and vocal effects going and they just do it again
and again. There is also a strange aspect to the words of the music
on this station. They all seem to allude to something ominous but
you can't quite make out what it is. "I teach, we learn, you live…"
– that kind of stuff. What does it all mean? And who can stand all
that wheezing around that passes for singing?
Well, who cares.
Let's move further. Here is a jazz station! Just like the last time
I checked into this genre, there seem to be three basic types. There
is bebop, which is just Charlie Parker redone a million ways. There
is fusion, which is Grover Washington, Jr., redone a million ways.
And there is the advanced Chick Corea type jazz, which is fun and
interesting. One piece I heard did three bars in 7/8 followed by
one bar in 8/8. It took awhile to solve that puzzle. Once I did,
it was like finishing the rubics cube.
What's next?
Now we come to rap or hip hop or whatever it is called now. Of course
it is famously bad, with this incessant boom boom boom boom in which
the bass overwhelms everything else.
Now the songs
I listened to didn't have any of the language issues that usually
afflict this music, so what I found instead was actually the most
clever thing so far: interesting rhymes, impressive techno-mixing,
and some tricky and slightly complex syncopation. I was left wondering
if this music is better than its reputation. But there is the niche
problem of course. It appeals to a narrow sensibility, and it's
not mine.
Moving on,
I landed on two country stations. The first played some old-time
country, like Hank Williams or something. I'm sorry but I just can't
stand the stuff, that wailing on and thin instrumentation and predictable
chord changes. It's fine for the Great Depression but not now.
Ah but modern
country rock! Here is the shining star winner on the radio dial,
so far as I'm concerned. It has a great beat, neat chord structures,
and a love-life sensibility. The best part is the message. It deals
with real life, in a way that keeps you on edge. Some of this material
had me rolling with laughter, the way you laugh at great words by
Cole Porter.
So there was
this hilarious song.
By the county
line, the cops were nippin' on our heels,
Pulled off the road an' kicked it in four-wheel.
Shut off the lights an' tore through a cornfield.
What was I thinkin'?
At the other
side, she was hollerin': "Faster."
Took a dirt road, had the radio blastin'.
Hit the honky-tonk for a little close dancin'.
What was I thinkin'?
Oh, I knew
there'd be hell to pay.
But that crossed my mind a little too late.
'Cause I
was thinkin' 'bout a little white tank top,
Sittin' right there in the middle by me.
An' I was thinkin' 'bout a long kiss,
Man, just gotta get goin', where the night might lead.
I know what I was feelin',
But what was I thinkin'?
Now, come on,
that's just great stuff! True, it doesn't quite connect with my
culture or background, and the whole country thing doesn't really
penetrate very deeply. But still: this material is great. These
are the madrigals of our time, songs that tell a real story about
real people. This is music that should exist!
Well, we've
just about reached the end of the dial, so I go back to see what
the preachers are saying. But I'm out of luck. Instead of a solid
sermon, they have music playing. Now here is where we hit rock bottom.
I'll just say this as plainly as possible: Christian contemporary
music is ghastly, insipid, uninspired, brain draining, and horrible
in every way.
How can I describe
this stuff? It's like bad rock, bad pop, bad country, bad everything
all rolled into one. The voices are all bad. They have this cheesy
little vibrato that seems designed to sooth but only annoys. The
instrumentation is all canned. All songs begin softly with whispered
nothings about some personal problem you don't care about. They
grow and grow with choruses featuring long notes. Cymbals and trumpet
flourishes arrive at the high points. They end with some victorious
flourish. A dated rock beat backs it all. The words are completely
vacuous. The sentiment is cheap. The melodies are childish. If religion
were this thin, it's a wonder anyone goes along with it at all!
This is truly bad music in every way.
Give me the
cultural authenticity of rap. I'll take the phony philosophy of
the college station blues. I'll tap my toe to the Village People.
Put on a Sting re-tread. I'll take another 688 bars of saxophone
improvisation. I'll even suffer through an old-time country crooner.
But please please, can't somebody do something about Christian contemporary
music? I know what I was thinking and feeling: This stuff is the
bane of the entire radio dial.
And
you know what? So far as I understand it, this is the stuff that
is taking over our churches today. From Josquin and Bach to this!
If the full re-Christianization of America ever really happens,
as so many evangelicals hope, it had better exclude this pap or
you can count me out.
July
19, 2006
Jeffrey
Tucker [send him mail]
is editorial vice president of www.Mises.org.
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