What makes a piece of music legendary? To quote Richard Wagner, it’s a “universal life essence.” It contains a spirit that saturates the air waves. Great music is a democratic lightning bolt…it reaches into the heart of all men, regardless of their race.
Note: A man can only write a heroic symphony is if he is a hero himself. You cannot separate the GREAT MAN from a GREAT WORK!
By way of example…
Beethoven is beloved in Europe, Asia and Africa. His time and place is irrelevant…for the music is created inside the mind of a genius: a man that worked in a majestic spirit world. In the modern era, we see a similar quality in the music of Elvis Presley or James Brown. The energy is bursting forth in a wave, and people from all walks of life can understand the essence.
To illustrate, I leave you with the “Tristan and Isolde” from Richard Wagner. Note how at 1:35, Wagner describes the relationship between the knight and his maiden. The passionate heights of love are perfectly expressed: we hear two lovers, crashing into the arms of one another. And they are lost in the unfolding waves of bliss…
Todd Clayton does a great job on this version of “Sleepwalk”: a classic instrumental tune that conjures up feelings of tranquility, desire and sadness. I remember the first time I heard the song. It transfixed me and I was drawn into its web. The popularity of the song shows that I am not alone in that sentiment.
Enjoy your Saturday, my friends. Remember that God is good…even if the world if often clouded with darkness.
In 2015, for the first time in music history, “old” albums were outselling new ones: i.e. Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Miles Davis. In the name of commerce, as well as nostalgia, I thought it would be a good idea to repackage the music of John Denver.
However, we need to erase the image of the “All-American Boy” and make it modern. The only way that a Deep-State Media will appreciate Denver (which they never did) is to make him a Social Justice Warrior. In order to do this, we’ll need to re-title the songs. I’ve taken the liberty of providing a few suggestions:
“Country Roads George Soros, Take Me Home”
“Thank God I’m a Country Boy Male Feminist”
“Sunshine The Decapitated Head of Donald Trump on My Shoulder Makes Me Happy”
These songs will become hits…AGAIN! They’ll be applauded by masculine women and feminine men everywhere. I foresee a Grammy Nomination. And who knows…if we’re lucky, Jimmy Kimmel will invite Denver’s adult children onto his late-night show. There, Kimmel can ask the most important question…the one that everybody is dying to ask:
Numbers talk…bullsh*t walks. And when it comes to music, you either sell out the large arenas or you don’t. You either have an army of fans or you don’t. In this regard, country music is king.
How do we know this? Well, let’s take a look at Las Vegas—the entertainment capital of the world. And more specifically, let’s take a look at the T-Mobile arena. That’s the new stadium, situated right off the strip: i.e. next to the New York, New York Casino and across the street from the MGM. The biggest acts in the world will play there.
In the last four months, who sold out that arena more than any other artist? Was it The Rolling Stones? Was it Jennifer Lopez? Was it Justin Timberlake? The answer is no to all of them.
The answer is country music star, George Strait.
In the last four months, Strait he has sold out the T-Mobile arena a total of six times. That’s more than any artist is any genre. The mainstream media has not covered this trend. That’s because they hate what country music symbolizes: i.e. nationalism, romantic love, family, etc. These values are in opposition to the (((Deep State))). Therefore, country music is a thorn in the side of Schiff and Schumer—a painful reminder that Americans still love simple and beautiful things.
*On a related note, it’s now plausible that the Mandalay Bay shooter was a setup by the Deep State: an attempt to murder a group of conservative concert goers, thus instilling fear into that demographic.
In summary, when it comes to numbers, country music is king. It’s about ticket sales and dollars…and you either sell out the major arenas or you don’t.
When I seek to fly…I listen to beauty of the ukulele. A simple piece of wood, containing an angel. The calming power of her strings. Oh the irony…that something so tiny can transport a giant to the clouds!
God bless the ukelele. She’s a light on the Highway of Despair, leading us to the Bed of Salvation. She’s the gatekeeper at the Door of Tranquility. Listen to the sound of a child smiling! Hear the music of a heart dancing, lost in the embryo of innocence!
Is there a God on earth? If so, HE is sleeping on the strings of a ukulele.
“Right Back Atcha Babe” is a song by Tim Mcgraw from the album Emotional Traffic . It has a fantastic beat, wonderful vocals, and a beautiful sentiment in the chorus.
“Right back atcha babe/ Just like a boomerang, everything good you threw my way/ Right back atcha babe/ Best that you get ready/ There’s a whole lot of loving that’s gonna be coming/ Right back atcha babe”
I heard the song on a Delta flight from Atlanta to Vegas, and I replayed it fifty times. So I got to wondering…why was it not a hit song? To answer the question, I reflected on the number one rule of songwriting:
The lyrics to a hit song will always make a woman feel good about herself.
As Harlan Howard (author of “Tiger by the Tail”) used to say, “Women buy 90% of music and they make men buy the other 10%.” Very true. So I put the lyrics of “Right Back Atcha Babe” under inspection. Do they make a woman feel good about herself?”
That night in Phoenix when you stole my jeep
Then you brought it home with a new stereo, baby, that was sweet…Oh and how can I forget the day you gave me my red guitar?
We’re off to a bad start. Women want to receive gifts…not give them. So the song has already failed. It’s ignoring the structure of courtship, where men are the pursuer and women are the pursued. The writer probably thought he was being a good-little-feminist. But gender equality only works in the protected hallways of academia: not in the real world.
First things first
I want you to close your eyes
This may not even come close to that first kiss you gave me
But I’m gonna try
Oh and here’s that ring you’ve been waitin for all these years As for the tears, that you’ve cried When we made love the first time
I highlighted the problematic part. Women don’t want to cry after sex…no matter how many romance novels we read. They want to feel exhilarated in the arms of an Alpha king. The only women that cry after sex are addicted to Cymbalta.
We don’t need to go any further with our analysis, the song has already failed. Again, remember the important rules: For a song to be a hit, the lyrics will always make a woman feel good about herself.
The customer is always right…and the customer for music is a woman.
To elevate…to affirm the highest passion of life. To place man atop his rightful place on the mountain of greatness. To expand on the glorious universe that hides within. Music is the general, riding a horse that gallops through the woods. Music is a child, running though a field of daffodils. Music is the raising of a victory cup, a celebration of the human spirit.
Music is not the debased; it’s not the “social protest” of a revolutionary. It’s not the whining of a half-man, unable to claim the ring of victory. It’s not a jealous lashing out. Music is not androgyny. It’s not about confusion, misdirection, or perpetual agony. Music is not a glorification of suicide.
Music is the victory celebration; it’s an affirmation of God in His glory. And to hear it, you have to slay demons. You have to strike down the forces of mediocrity. You have to lash out at the army of lies.
Once you embrace the passion, then the glory of music is yours!