|What goes in comes out|
|Written by Wauneta Breeze|
|Wednesday, 08 January 2014 21:03|
By Diane Stamm
The Wauneta Breeze
As I was driving home from church this weekend I heard a song on the radio that made me think back over the past year and realize it wasn’t the best year for music.
This song, “How We Do,” had me diving for the tuner before my kids could hear the chorus which is basically “Party and bull**** and party and bull**** and party and bull***”. I’ve omitted more of the last word than the censors have. If you remove the vowel sound but leave the “sh” and “t” sounds, even five and eight-year olds can fill in the rest (their experiences with that word are another editorial). “Thrift Shop” by Mackelmore isn’t any better. Different four-letter word, but if you leave the first and last sounds it’s still very clear.
Another pop song, Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines,” has been one of the most talked about songs of the year for all the wrong reasons. Imagine Marvin Gaye’s “Got to Give It Up” but with “rape imagery” and “creepy lyrics” according to critics. It’s also extremely catchy and has flown up the charts and onto local radio stations for young and old to hear.
Country music is no better. Try finding a country song that doesn’t include the words “damn” or “hell” and doesn’t insist that beer won’t make everything better.
I was less than impressed when my son came home saying “Chew tobacco, chew tobacco, chew tobacco, spit!” Thanks Blake Shelton for setting my son on the path to oral cancer as a four-year old.
My least favorite song of the year was “Mama’s Broken Heart” by Miranda Lambert. It’s opening line “I cut my veins with some rusty kitchen scissors” is another one that causes me to quickly switch stations. I know that’s wrong, you know that’s wrong, but my kids don’t have a clue what she means and I’m not prepared to have that conversation with them. There are a lot of people out there that don’t need to hear that cutting yourself is acceptable, but when she sings it the practice sounds cool.
The other part of the song that bugs me is when she sings that her mother came from a “softer generation, where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face.” There’s nothing “soft” about self-control. “Soft” is throwing a temper tantrum and plotting your revenge because a relationship goes south.
So many songs these days seem to encourage people that partying and “getting away from it all” is acceptable. Our society these days doesn’t need that kind of encouragement, but songs about making your house payment, eating meals with your family and helping your kids with their homework just aren’t as fun.
As for our house we will stick with VeggieTales CDs. If you ever see me in public singing “If it doesn’t have a tale it’s not a monkey, even if it has a monkey kind of shape. If it’s a nickel or a pillow or a salad, if it doesn’t have a tale it’s not a monkey it’s an ape” don’t feel like you need to cross over to the other side of the street. Just know that we’ve had a road trip and for us that included songs that we can all sing together.