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Fusion Breeding Confusion

bypelegrino©

LEMONIA (F)LEAP EDELTRAUD => THROUGH NEED AND DECENCY (working title, maybe changing to:"ALATSI" VERSUS "AVRA PALM")

"ALATSI"
MONDAY EVENING
9/6/2014

FUSION BREEDING CONFUSION

This "Global Village" music fusion
in stadium or in concert hall
it is a matter of confusion,
to the musicians most of all.

The band is playing jingoistic,
the orchestra sounds Javanese,
the rock stars ever egoistic,
listeners worship on their knees.

This universal disco sound
on rhythmic Japanese machine,
our music culture, newly found,
as mach pathetic as obscene.

Plebian taste, glorified,
everything goes in the same pot,
Bach and Beethoven stand defied,
all you can say is "Why not?"

There goes again the chant, medieval,
with salsa rhythm in the background,
the lager louts in upheaval,
excited by this "new sound."

String section on single chord, sustaining,
the lead guitarist pedal-hooked,
my ears more or less abstaining,
this recipe sounds overcooked.

I've seen young kids doing it better,
not really knowing what they do,
at least they're honest to the letter,
they have been screwed, so now they screw.

The only thing been fucked is sound,
musical sound, once a bliss,
but what goes round must come round,
and then I'll say "I told you this."

*****

Oh, that's a style modulation;
wonder what else is in the bag,
Aeolian mode, what an elation,
mistaken for an Indian rag!

Is this what you call "Ethnic Style",
ignoring nations been involved?
Hindus or Greeks would simply smile,
simple equations, still unsolved.

Before you know your own tradition
you borrow music from Maghreb,
as if that was the sole condition
for been admired on the Web.

You print publicity material,
before you know how to play,
uploading in youtube your serial,
keeping true music far at bay.

The funniest thing is theorizing,
each species has its own guru,
his ignorance just emphasizing,
taken as wisdom, pulls him through.

fusing musak with roaring croud,
techno-latino-disco-rap,
the corpse of music on the ground,
21st century sound crap.

Curse of this art, ethnic musician,
you may suspect that I'm elite,
I'm nothing but strait logician,
who knows true music from bullshit.

Plebian taste, easy going,
for healthy ears simple to spot,
the writing on the wall is showing,
I've had enough, I've heard the lot.

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