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     By: George Barry, Jr. 
     
    

    
     Music is an interesting thing, isn't it ? 
     
     There are so many different kinds of it, I mean: 
     
     Classical, rock, country, folk, pop, concerto, 
     
     symphony, punk rock, acid rock, bluegrass and 
     
     the Nashiville Sound. The variety may, indeed, 
     
     he infinite. And it's all around, you know. You 
     
     hear it in your car, in your kitchen, in your 
     
     Office, in your bedroom, you even hear it in 
     
     your bathroom via the radio you have built into 
     
     your toilet—paper dispenser._And why not ? 
     
    

    
     The bathroom is, in many hOmes, the only place 
     
     Where anything resembling an intelligent act 
     
     occurrs. 
     
    

    
     But then, is not music in the bathroom a 
     
     symptom of our times. Listening to a Beetohven 
     
     Symphony while suffering through diarrhea: 
     
     listening to Lawerence Welk say " Anda now 
     
     here's Jim with a wonnaful, wonnaful clarinet 
     
     solo I'while your having a violent reaction 
     
     to the quart of Gin you polished off the night 
     
     before. One rarely hears Beetohven, though, in 
     
     the bathroom or anywhere else. Instead,what we 
     
     VSEt is worthy of being heard in the bathroom. 
     
     Instead, we are left to the tender mercies of 
     
     the creature known as the Disc Jockey; This 
     
     sub—division of the human species is an often 
     
     overlooked one. His disembodied voice which 
     
     we hear over our radio playing his " stacks and 
     
     stacks of wax to take you on a great and glorious 
     
     trip through the wonderful wild wacky world of 
     
     music " has done more to shape the psyche of 
     
     the average contemporary mind then either Marx 
     
    
   
   
    
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     or Christ. " Ridiculous ! " you say. Well, I 
     
     answer, when was the last time either of those 
     
     dudes had a top—forty, monster-hit single ? 0.K. 
     
     so the Lord's prayer was a hit a couple of years 
     
     ago, you've still got to admit that the old D.J. 
     
     'still has a lot to do with the Way the majority. 
     
     of'the young and the not—so—young‘ think. 
     
    

    
     And what do the high—priests of the modern 
     
     cultural garbage heap present us with ?‘N0thing. 
     
     A vacuum. A wasteland. There is no variety on the 
     
     A.M. stations, all that you get is a constant 
     
     repetition of this weeks hits, with a few " golden 
     
    

    
     » oldies " thrown in. The modern D.J. plays Pontius 
     
     Pilate to Music's Christ. They don't exactly.nail- 
     
     it to the cross, they just let the events happen 
     
     as if they were unavoidable. But they are as much 
     
     guilty as are you and I. We follow the crap they 
     
     feed us hook, line, and sinker. Originally, music 
     
     was the youthful reaction to the evil of the 
     
     establishment, now its a billion-dollar'business. 
     
     With the advent of Disco, we are witnessing the 
     
     most disgusting revealation of this fact. Instead 
     
     of being a venue for free expression music, with 
     
     disco, has become the breeding ground for 
     
     conformity. 'This fad is supposed to be dying 
     
     though. Well, maybe it is, but I fear that the 
     
     business of music may produce something equally 
     
     as detestable. ' ' ' 
     
    

    
     What can you or I do to fight against this 
     
     artistic tyranny‘d What can we do to save the 
     
     minds of future generations from.the clutches 
     
     of the music BUSINESS and its puppets, the 
     
     Disc JockeyS- ? Well, the next time one of 
     
     the jerks opens up his show to requests phone 
     
     in and ask for the Piano Concerto No. 5, by 
     
     Ludwig Van Beetohven, or the regimental march 
     
     Of'the 15th Hussars. I don't give a damn if 
     
     you don't like the music that you ask for, just 
     
     so long as its different. C'mon, let's throw 
     
     a screw into the buggers. commercialism has 
     
     infiltrated Religion, Politics, Sex; the last 
     
    
   
   
    
     bastion of the individual mind is the imagination. 
     
     Don't let it die ! If it does, we all go with 
     
    
   
   
    
     it, or at least everything that is worthy about 
     
     us goes With it. If we let our minds be programmed 
     
    
   
   
    
     by all this pre—processed crap-we may as well 
     
     say " To hell with it " and let the world blow 
     
     itself away in war, famine, or in whatever; 
     
     we're already dead anyway. ' 
     
    
   
   
    
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