By: Ryan Kor
“My love is a life taker…” The last lyric of Weezer’s “Say It Ain’t So” fades out and the gentle rumble of the guitar shakes the speakers in my little Toyota. Before the disc has time to begin the next song, I switch the radio on to 100.1, Athens’ destination for hit music. I haven’t listened to the radio in months. Instead, I’ve been slowly chipping away at my boyfriend’s complete R.E.M. CD collection and searching through my glove compartment for some of my old favorites. My ears itch to hear something new, and I thought I might find that on the radio. Instead I find that Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines” is playing simultaneously on two radio stations.
“Blurred Lines” hit number one on the Billboard 100 in September of last year. After a lewd VMA performance, a plethora of feminist backlash, and over a year later, this song is still permeating the radio. Which brings me to the point of my rant—I am bored of “hit music”.
The current chart topper is “All About that Bass” by Meghan Trainor. It has been on the chart for 16 weeks, or four months. I am sure those of you who listen to the radio with any bit of consistency could easily bleat out every single lyric to this woefully repetitive song. This same repetition is the driving force behind the concept of top 40 stations. Maybe if you hear the song enough times, you will eventually succumb to its charming auto-tune and brilliantly mechanic drum beats.
Music lovers, I urge you not to settle for monotony. I am not criticizing pop, hip-hop or rap, but rather the idea that only a minute portion of today’s music is deemed worthy enough to be a “hit”. There are limitless options when it comes to music. Sifting through all the unknown names and quirky bands is a fun way to figure out what kind of music matters to you. Even the radio has other options besides just hit songs.
If your life were a playlist, would you want it to be filled with over-played, hit songs? For me, the answer is no. I am always going to keep searching, consuming, and listening to new music. Excuse me while I create my soundtrack.