Most of the music I listen to these days I find on various online applications that allow me to select songs and artists from the past. Accuradio and Tunein Radio chief among them. A bit of nostalgia no doubt, but frankly my ability to appreciate and enjoy music has been severely altered over the last few decades or so. I don’t want to sound like those old folks in the late fifties and early sixties who bitched about that ‘damn Rock ‘n’ Roll music’, but much of today’s popular artists are not my cup of tea.
Although I can’t carry a tune in a bucket, I’m a great lover of music. But I have to admit that my music needs stopped being met at about the same time that blowing into your grasped hands was acknowledged as a musical instrument. I refer of course to what is called Beatbox, defined as a form of vocal percussion.
Not that I reject the concept out of … um, hand, in fact I have childhood memories of my father forming his hands into a conch-like shape and blowing into them resulting in a sound that almost perfectly replicated the melancholic whistle of a locomotive. In fact one summer day, with all the windows open, the local police asked him to stop as yet another petrified motorist had panicked and slammed on his brakes thinking he had somehow missed the flashing lights of some unseen level rail crossing and a freight train was bearing down on him.
But Beatbox is different. It involves putting your hands together sort of as if holding a harmonica, yet with a microphone instead of a harmonica, then making noises into this ‘box’ as if you were madly trying to free a large hot paperclip from the tip of your tongue. There are folks who can make this sound like actual instruments, but I’m still not convinced.
But the other day while waiting for a radio newscast I heard something that was like a breath of fresh air. At first I was leery knowing that sometimes great old songs are ‘sampled’ by new artists. A few bars of a classic to hook you in, then zap, the new song takes over. Was it James Brown? Nope. The Jackson Five? Uh-uh. Some Motown relic that had just been unearthed? No sir. It was Bruno Mars’ ‘Uptown Funk’. And it was refreshing. I Googled the song and watched the video. Then I watched it again. In fact I watched several of Mars’ videos and was so relieved that someone is still making music I can enjoy.