Pop Music Synthesis Essay
“Pop music sucks.”
With those simple words I have aligned my chakras and transcended the mortal realm. I am enlightened. I do not consume mainstream media like some mindless sheep; I only listen to real music. Music with meaningful lyrics by obscure indie artists: the ones that sing exclusively about cigarettes, sadness, and our vapid society.
Flash forward a few years later and I am being awakened to full consciousness at a One Direction concert. I had temporarily blacked out from my music-induced mania, but a bopping preteen girl elbowed me in the face and roused me. She, excited herself, rams my braces into the inside of my cheek, but this blow just fuels my hysteria. My screams are filled with hormonal joy, a contrast to when they were filled with rage when the same music would play …show more content…
Their bubblegum tunes were no match for the power of my arcane music. Innocent pop-lovers were the victims of my frequent mockery, taunts only echoing in my own head because I had the low self-confidence that came with being an awkward, acne-ridden middle schooler. In my mind, pop fans were brainless. I genuinely believed a person’s intellect could be determined by his or her musical taste. Looking back at it, this attitude is just as superficial as judging a person from their looks or social status. I know better now.
I’m not sure when the exact moment was that my views about pop music changed. It was probably when my hormonal self became attracted to charming and gorgeous celebrities. While I don’t know exactly when my perception of pop music changed, I know how it changed me.
Pop performers exude confidence and encourage their fans, especially young impressionable ones like I was (okay, still am), to be bold and courageous as well. Delving deeper and deeper into the realm of pop music and culture surrounded me with more and more positive and self-assured role models. Slowly, I shyly crept out of my
With those simple words I have aligned my chakras and transcended the mortal realm. I am enlightened. I do not consume mainstream media like some mindless sheep; I only listen to real music. Music with meaningful lyrics by obscure indie artists: the ones that sing exclusively about cigarettes, sadness, and our vapid society.
Flash forward a few years later and I am being awakened to full consciousness at a One Direction concert. I had temporarily blacked out from my music-induced mania, but a bopping preteen girl elbowed me in the face and roused me. She, excited herself, rams my braces into the inside of my cheek, but this blow just fuels my hysteria. My screams are filled with hormonal joy, a contrast to when they were filled with rage when the same music would play …show more content…
Their bubblegum tunes were no match for the power of my arcane music. Innocent pop-lovers were the victims of my frequent mockery, taunts only echoing in my own head because I had the low self-confidence that came with being an awkward, acne-ridden middle schooler. In my mind, pop fans were brainless. I genuinely believed a person’s intellect could be determined by his or her musical taste. Looking back at it, this attitude is just as superficial as judging a person from their looks or social status. I know better now.
I’m not sure when the exact moment was that my views about pop music changed. It was probably when my hormonal self became attracted to charming and gorgeous celebrities. While I don’t know exactly when my perception of pop music changed, I know how it changed me.
Pop performers exude confidence and encourage their fans, especially young impressionable ones like I was (okay, still am), to be bold and courageous as well. Delving deeper and deeper into the realm of pop music and culture surrounded me with more and more positive and self-assured role models. Slowly, I shyly crept out of my