Wear My Dawg's Hat
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Third it’s both too many outlets and too few outlets. Let me explain. Everyone has a record label, and everyone is trying to get paid. So there is an overload of trash out there because the filtering process is nonexistent. Used to be you would put a lot of effort and resources behind an artist because there were significant costs to getting them pushed and getting the product out to the market and in stores. So this artist had to have talent, the music had to be good, etc. Now, they just throw that shyt up on streaming. Cost of entry is damn near non-existent. Now, the too few outlets part. Like 2 companies own all the radio stations. So they set up their playlist and they pumping the same bullshyt nation wide. That shyt wasn’t legal till a law changed in the mid 90s. Regional hits that gain momentum is dead. I remember growing up you could tune in to some local stations and they would play entire albums, if a track stood out requests would pile up and the song would take off. It was in a stations best interest to find out what the public actually liked and keep playing it. Memphis soul was different from Philly soul which was different from Motown, etc…. Now everyone sounds like generic trash.
I hate that I’ve become that old person who shyts on new stuff, but legit feel like this stuff is bad. It has no artistic or musical value to it. I shouldn’t have to work in order to find good music like some people here suggest. It should find its way to the top naturally.
The entire organic process that cultivated popular Black music for decades has completely disappeared and cannot be replicated by Spotify, YouTube, Instagram and Tik Tok.
Our overall relationship with Black music, which was once an extension of our connection to the Creator, has been irrevocably altered.
At one point, whether you were in a Black household in Hollis, Queens or Durham, North Carolina, you could expect to see a piano in the parlor or living room.
And dad (when we use to have dads in our households..) may have had his drums or guitar and amp in the basement, attic or garage (see Joe Jackson for further reference).
There was a time when it seemed like almost every mom and teacher in the community could play the piano. And Mrs. Watkins could switch from "Wade In The Water" to some Boogie Woogie blues with a quickness.
Black high schools and community centers used to have talent shows, battle of the bands regularly.
The Black church was the center of all music education, creation and celebration.
None of this can be achieved through OnlyFans accounts and uploads on YouTube, which is why very few Black artists (of any genre) scale to popularity today like they did 1940s - 1990s.
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