Sunday, July 03, 2011

Doctor Seuss Challenge, Day Three: My Music

Day 3: My Music

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In the faraway land of Deserotes
Young Ammon slaved away amidst the notes
Sang church humns, played piano, viola
Not well mind you, but enough to know a
Pattern when it emerged. He let a groan
Escape against this weary, pious tone.
He had no sense of pop or Madonna
But caught The Cure and was a goner.
The New Wave carried him out, ten years late.
He listened to The Smiths, had nothing but hate
For the retrograde tie-dyes of his peers,
Fled to Mexico in the midst of their jeers,
Chilled in the Alameda, hung with the punks,
Danced to Norteño, punched with the drunks,
Returned to Deserotes, saw the flannel
Knew they'd finally discovered the channel
Where the future played.  Still, he had a sneer
As he told them. "I've been listening for years."
But then the Gavin-Rosdale-A-Tron came
(A cunning machine the industry made)
and sucked. It was the death of an era.
Am. retreated again, didn't care a
Lick for rock, took to pop, worse the better:
Spice Girls, 'N Sync, why not Celine Dion?
But then fate fooled him. He read Thomas Mann.
Back to strings, now Messaien, Schönberg
Only then Bach, Beethoven and Schubert.
And then Apple invented the IPod
That was it. It was the end of genre.
Depressed kids music as well as old school
Iron and Wine, also Ladies Love Cool.
Even the pre-punk wasn't all bad.
Sure there was junk like Cream, but then they had
The Velvet Underground, Leonard Cohen,
Tom Waits, even Dylan was cool oh and
Bowie. But then you'd always known Bowie,
Ziggy Stardust, the Man from Mars, so he
Should have showed you there was always much more
Than the same tired crap that you'd heard before.
There's music enough. You have ears to hear.
Just don't take the shit they shove at your ears.

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