Before it came on the scene, Blacks were producing some of the best and greatest music in America. Rock n’Roll, R&B, Soul, Disco, Motown. Music that transcended race. Showcased on “Soul Train” every Saturday...
Then came the nuclear bomb of rap and it consumed everything in its wake. Everything turned nasty and violent, racist and misogynistic, celebrating drugs and murder and sexual exploitation, gangsterism and thuggery, ultimately nihilism. Live fast, die young, and knock up as many ho’s as you can to repeat the feat in the next generation of doomed souls.
To his credit, Don Cornelius kept that filth off his show, but sadly, the degrading culture of rap couldn’t be stopped and his show became an anachronism and went off the air.
Every Saturday, my parents went out to supper and I stayed home to watch what I wanted, on TV.
I loved Soul Train, and then later that night, I had The Midnight Special and Don Kirshner’s Rock Concert.
I loved Cornelius and was terribly sad when he died.
Among other crazy, super eclectic scuff on my iPod playlist, is an awful lot of funk.
But I still can’t dance worth a dang.
[you watch episodes of ALL of the above on YouTube...bliss!]
Watching these kind of makes me sad.
I wish I was that young again.
You are so right. I miss those years.