by EM RUSCIANO
Growing up, my top musical heroes were who you would expect.
Prince. Michael Jackson. Madonna.
I pretty much decided that I would model my look on all three as a 10 year old and I haven’t really evolved since.
My daughters are music savvy. I mean it, they’ve truly got the rhythm in them. I know all parents say that but just trust me OK?! They do.
Every Saturday morning I wake to the familiar sound of “Rage ra ra ra Rage ra ra ra Rage Raaaaaaaaage”. The two of them sit there watching film clips, singing along hoping their favourite song is next – as I did when I was their age.
I worry for them, who will be their musical icons? Who will adorn their walls, who will they rush out to buy smash hits for? (Does smash hits still exist?)
Having only ever listened to my music — as I decided very early on The Wiggles and High 5 were messengers of Satan — my kids expect much from their pop music. They can sing along to most of Stevie Wonder’s back catalogue, know The Gossip’s ‘Music for Men’ top to toe and it meant something to them when Whitney Houston died. What I’m getting at is they want more than what Bieber and One Direction have to offer.
However the artists I mentioned above the boys bands are all my taste inflicted on them. Sure I’m helping to shape their musicality but until they discover someone for themselves they won’t get that truly authentic “losing my shit over ________’s new album” experience.
The current day pop landscape is full of technologically suped up wannabes who are out before they’re truly in. Songs have had the soul auto-tuned out and there is so much choice and product flooding the market place it’s hard to know where to start.