Originally posted 2015-11-15 09:03:19.
Hey folks! I’ve come to a couple of conclusions over the past few weeks, one of which is that if I try to force myself to talk about something; I’m probably not going to accomplish much. The other thing that I noticed this week is that sometimes no matter how much we’d like to recapture our “youth” or even just to reminisce, quite frequently its a terrible idea. And sometimes, it makes you stop and wonder “What was I thinking?”
So you’re probably wondering where I’m going with all of this and I’m about to tell you. The other night whilst I was slogging away in the “Factory” and listening to the local Classic Rock station to help pass the time; my co-worker and I had a bit of a conversation regarding the music we used to listen to in our younger years. Now, I’m not going to tell you what music I used to listen to, well specific bands anyway. I will say that I was a fan of Hip Hop in the Nineties and I would occasionally listen to some “skater music”.
After a bit my co-worker went for lunch and I was left to my own devices running our line. And by devices I mean my smart phone with the Spotify application installed. For those who are unaware, Spotify allows you to download and install music or language programs onto your PC or smart phone. It also allows you to stream music to your smart phone incurring sometimes massive data usage and causing your cellular phone provider to cackle with glee. Actually, I have a question someone here may be able to answer. Why do we call them smart phones when they allow us to do some incredibly unsmart things?
I searched through the application and found a couple of bands that I used to listen to. The first band I lasted about ten bars into the first song and thought to myself “Uh this is not nearly as good as I remembered it to be.” and turned it off. So I searched another band. In this attempt I gave the musicians several attempts to help me recapture my youth. It failed miserably. I was immediately assaulted by a stream of profanity and by assaulted I mean, how many cuss words can you fit into a three and a half-minute song? I assure you, the answer is stunning. Quickly realizing that I had selected the “explicit” version, I moved to the radio versions.
Do you know what happens to a song that is censored when it is mostly made of material that wouldn’t be allowed on the radio? If you guessed that the vast majority of the lyrics of the song disappear, you would be correct. If you’ve also guessed that I turned off the “blast from the past” shaking my head in bemusement, you get bonus marks.
By now you may be thinking “Fantastic Vaelerin, but where exactly are you going with all of this?” And of course I’d respond with “Well, I’m glad you asked!” Because I would be and here is where I’m going with it. There’s a little verse in the Bible that talks a bit about growing up and here it is – 1 Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put aside childish things. (From the HCSB Apologetics Study Bible) I’m going to put a bit of a disclaimer in here, When the Apostle Paul says “When I became a man”, I’m fairly certain he’s speaking of growing up and the lessons we can learn from this passage are not meant solely for men. If I was a gambling man , I’d say women may be able to learn a bit here as well. I’d think “adult” might fit in there just as well as “man”.
Being a grown up, I quickly determined that the music I’d attempted to listen to was terrible. Alright maybe the music itself wasn’t terrible but the messages contained in it certainly were. With a bit of reflection, I’m fairly certain the lyrics were just as offensive back in the Nineties, I just didn’t realize it yet. And by offensive I don’t mean it hurt my feelings, I mean that I find it to be repugnant and odious. There’s a difference.
I’ll admit, I used to sing along with these “songs” twenty some odd years ago. But then again, I reasoned like a child, thought like a child and spoke like a child. A couple of decades is a good way to change your perspective on things. Throw in a few children into the mix and generally speaking your outlook on what is right and acceptable will be altered. As the proud father of four beautiful daughters, I assure you I would look upon potential “suitors” for my daughters with no small amount of concern if they were to be fans of lyrics that refer to women in a way that the music I used to listen to refers to them. The good news is, if you live long enough to grow up you can shake off “childish ways”. The better news is if you do shake off those childish ways, it’s remarkably difficult to fall back into them.
In closing I’d just like to say that as much as I’d thought my younger years would be a nice place to visit. It wasn’t and I certainly am glad I no longer live there.