I thought he might say the music died in church the day Charles Wesley went home to glory. That’s what I would have said, but he went down the path of a lame analogy.
If being 3000 years removed from the world of some biblical text means we cannot know the meaning of the Bible, then why bother with it? Well because we are not anywhere near that much in the dark since we have two millenia of Jewish and Christian exegesis and theology to help us out. If we make use of that, then we can have reasonable confidence we will get at least in the ballpark of what scripture means. At least. We are not in the position of teenagers not getting some pop culture references from fifty years ago, nor are we in the position of this fellow, whose method of exegesis apparently is to make it up as he goes along and oppose his opinion on scripture.
Impose, not oppose.
But church music was revived in the nineteenth century by great antebellum hymnodists such as Lowell Mason ("Joy to the World, "Nearer, My God, to Thee") and postbellum hymnodists such as P. P. Bliss ("It Is Well with My Soul"), Fanny Crosby ("Blessed Assurance") and Lelia Morris ("Nearer, Still Nearer").
The last century even produced some great hymnodists such as Alfred Ackley ("He Lives"), Walter and Civilla Martin ("His Eye Is on the Sparrow") and Wendell Loveless & Avis Christensen ("Precious Hiding Place"). However, in my opinion, the last great hymn that was ever written was "Each Step I Take", composed in 1953. Hymn-writing has become a lost art.