There's something about music that just seems to stay with us. We get songs stuck in our brains and we just can't avoid bobbing our heads and shaking our feet. We sing the lyrics, no matter how out of tune we sound, and I'll even go as far say that we "groove," even though if any kids were to read this column I doubt they'd even know what "groove" means. I often "groove" while listening to music that would be considered "old" and I love it. I'm worried, though, that our next generation of "rock and rollers" won't know these amazing artists.
A few days ago my friend and I were talking about this subject and she said how she'd had an experience with this concern first hand. She told me that her friend's little sister had once asked her who the Beatles were. To me, this wasn't scary as much as it was just depressing.
As a teenager now, I've learned to respect those old-time classics -the people who have paved the way for the artists and groups of today. The music these days, in my opinion, is nothing like it used to be. Now, it seems to me, we can scratch our nails on a chalkboard and call it "music."
I don't entirely hate the music that plays on the radio now, but some of it just seems boring and repetitive. To me, I just keep hearing the same things over and over, "sex machine" and "@#$%&." Yet, these are the artists that kids look up to and it makes no sense to me. I don't understand why someone would look up to an artist like that.
During school, some teachers will allow us to listen to the radio. When we do, sometimes they'll play older songs by bands like The Beatles or Nirvana, we've even sung Ozzy Osborne's "Crazy Train" (and I mean all of it, not just the part from that one commercial). It makes me proud that my generation can still recognize the classics, but I fear for the coming generations. It makes me wonder what'll become of the great music that still has me singing along.
Some of my friends don't know who U2 or Aerosmith are while other friends tell me I should just slap them if they were to ever ask, "Who were the Beatles?" Part of me agrees that it should be a hard slap, however, other part of me was raised with better values. So, sadly, my frustration and concern can only be placed in a column for all to see.
Editor's note: Theresa Hermann, 14, is a freshman at Marquette Senior High School. She is a member of the 8-18 Media Senior Team and she plays trumpet in the high school band. In her spare time she likes to write and make movies. She is a daughter of James and Gail Hermann. 8-18 Media is a youth journalism program of the Upper Peninsula Children's Museum. Through the program, teams of kids write news stories and commentaries on issues important to youth and about any good, or bad, things youth are up to. For more information call 906-226-7874, or email at firstname.lastname@example.org