Pop music is the short version of popular music. The songs in pop don’t mean it’s good music; it just means it’s “popular.”
Usually, pop music is associated with “danceable,” but what’s danceable means bland or empty. Dance is not supposed to be preordained in the song; you dance organically. So what danceable means is “replaceable,” as in reducing the purpose of music by replacing enjoyment with dancing to fill the void of the song for what it is: meaningless garbage.
This is why TikTok users kill songs they dance to because they prostitute themselves to sexual appeal associated with a piece they made an inorganic dance to. They sell themselves for dozens to hundreds of hours a week to hopefully achieve a snapshot of fame.
It’s like when my entire generation found out about Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams with the guy vibing on the skateboard and then recently decided, “yea, that song is cool and good now because EVERYONE thinks so on TikTok,” as they mimic his vibe.
So what is popular? Popular means someone else picked up on a tune and thought it was “good.” People follow that person with “good ears.” The thing is, some popular music is actually good; it just turns out to be over 95% of it is dogshit, and the remaining 5% is TikTok finding out about an “old banger” to reduce it to their sad life of trying to get 100k hearts, inorganically dancing (vibin’), on video. Nothing is real on TikTok. It’s just elitist kids bored with their lives seeking attention.
Anyways, the trendsetter dictates that this particular tune is good because they believe themselves and their “good ears” to be “superior” (trendy).
You may think we should grant this person some leeway; maybe they do have “good ears!”—but popular music is completely contrived (deliberately created) by elites with shit taste.
Popular doesn’t mean you listen to actual music; you’re just listening to someone else’s shit taste. It’s your way of trying to fit in with the cool kids.
Pop is either fully major (happy sounding) or fully minor (sad sounding) and has no room between; pure black and white. Pop gravitates towards the simpletons who believe they are sophisticated. Elites develop tendencies to want to control space and time. Normies hold space but respect and appreciate their position as beneath infinite time. Poor people are closer to God than the rich because they know their place but refuse to challenge God with time (think the Tower of Babylon).
On the other hand, Jazz attracts simpletons with sophistication. Most people think they are nothing in the grand scheme of things; very few believe they are the center of the universe. Jazz is the compilation of the working class, the average man, and the innocent children of God, a particular moment they relate to in time. Jazz does not find you as pop music does; you find “it.” “It” refers to the point at which you decided that this chaos, this dissonance, this purposeful use of what sounds imperfect is beauty and holy itself. You find “it” *when* you understand (hear) you can control the chaos. You may not be able to hold it in every moment, but for a sliver of mere seconds, you can appreciate God’s eternalness.
This “when” is what you define as the authority because you detected that in all that disorder, the chaos is tamed within the space you’re in. You can “hear” when the chaos is controlled, hence, controlled chaos.
People, at face value, reject authority but deeply seek an authoritarian ruler, exclusively, someone with tastes. This is why women pursue men with strong personalities because they love that those men have tastes and *authoritatively* install that taste. No woman likes a follower; they choose the alpha wolf of the pack.
However, we don’t live in a *controlled chaos* society, but in a *chaotically controlled* system where anarchy—tyranny rules you. We don’t live in a community with taste, but anything deemed “popular” becomes “tasteful.” The Beatles? Completely forgettable. Anyone who loves the Beatles is completely delusional and basic. Listen to the Beach Boys; elites didn’t fund them like the CIA funded the Beatles.
Essentially, the “popular” music, the “trendsetters,” the elite with shit tastes and lack beauty, holiness, and innocence control you. That’s why society, especially Western culture is tasteless, and everything *feels the same*. Everyone has the same favorite artists, genres, films, etc. Any attempts to achieve true beauty become reducible to “low social credit.” You’re an outcast now. A right winger. Somehow a nazi. Or even weird.
Pick a side Western Man; you’re either with the automatons who lack all uniqueness or with the particularities, the purebloods, the *true(th)* connoisseurs! As much as I enjoy old-school rap and hip-hop, except for a few modern songs, most people have yet to explore outside both genres and listen to the same mumble garbage. It’s the same chords, with increased volume and lack of poetry.
Good listeners can already predict the song because the globalization of music reduces human potential; it doesn’t unleash it. Globalism seeks to perfect what it controls and establish it for an infinite time; the destruction of such would reveal countless other chords, melodies, and ideas into an already large space. The elite wants you to keep a small space, a tiny portion of music, while they destroy any remnants of creativity in its cradle! Globalism doesn’t increase human connectivity; it destroys organic engagements between humans! It destroys particularities and the abilities of different people to create their particular uniqueness of the arts!
Go to the roots of hip-hop, pop, rap, and rock. Go to the trenches, the foundations of all western music today. Rap and hip hop originated from scat solos; pop deviated so far from its father figure that it became a genre for white girls who watch CNN soap operas. Rock is Little Richie and Elvis Presley, the progenitor of Jazz, morphed into rock and roll. Country is probably the only subgenre of Jazz that sticks close to its roots. And anyone who doesn’t like Country hates their parents.
Go back further to blues! The half-ass music today is nothing compared to its grand patriarch. The only ones keeping it real today are Kendrick and Kanye. And just as they returned to their roots, you soon will too. Return to Jazz; Seek beauty; Humble yourself; Be human. For you are dust, And to dust you shall return.