Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

We are now thoroughly into exams, and I find myself sitting the day before my first Varsity accounting paper, on the web. Listening to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's resplendent "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik". And it struck me. The famous composer hit it right on the nose all those years ago. We've made music so commercial it's sickening. We've polluted it with formulae and samples, so much so that nothing's original any more. Whenever you turn on the radio you think "Oh, that sounds like..." and precede to name at least one other artist already doing the same thing. But the same cannot be said for Mozart. When you listen to his music, it's pure emotion. Pure, raw emotion. Happy, sad, discontented, it matters not. It will be there. What emotion do you hear when you turn on your mainstream radio station? Unless there's an emotion called skanky, I doubt you will find any other emotion but desperation. Desperation. It seems that desperation is the root of the death of creativity. People are so desperate that they will do anything for their 3 minutes of fame. To hear their own voice playing over the airwaves thanks to some dirty lyrics and a torturous and repetitive "beat". And people say it's better than classical music. The ignorance. Personally I am an Indie/Alternative/Blues/Folk kinda guy, which is already leagues ahead of the utter crap polluting our ears from day to day. But even I can't deny that Mozart, in all his glory, captures human emotion better than any other of any other time. Even the 60's hero Bob Dylan with "The Times They Are A-Changing" or John Lennon's "Imagine" can't compare with the musical prowess. Of course I am committing contemporary musical blasphemy. Lennon and Dylan were beyond any of the last 100 years in the way that they affected and continue to affect generations of people, inspired by their works as musicians and activists. But when the Great Composers are brought into the equation, there are none that can compare. These masters of music were revolutionary for their time, but their music was popular because it was of high quality. Not because it can sell a certain number of records, or because it could've made them rich. It was because it was their lives. And their whole lives. And if we want to return to a place where people are respected because of the quality of their work, and not the profit it can make the record label fat cats, we need to take a good hard look at ourselves and really consider what we've done to our society. Or maybe, just maybe, all we really need, is A Little Night Music?