don't you just hate revivals?

i don't know if i just loathe the thought of bringing classic songs into the mainstream media or if it's the unimaginative copycat artists' rendition which dreadfully screw acclaimed compositions, that whenever i hear their lopsided so-called "rebirth", my auditory nerves faint in disgust.

"Leave the classics alone," is what i always say, should there sprout a petty argument on revivals. why can't artists make their own songs? i suppose it would be so painful to be acclaimed for something you do not really own.

considering the fact that not everyone has bagged the absolute gift of music, say, only a few are able to write their own lines, i still believe that it is not a viable excuse for digging songs that were staying holy through the test of ages, silent in antiquity but never forgotten and are still celebrated by music enthusiasts, and owning the credit after fashioning them with their gory styles. that, i think, is so unfair, after all, some radio stations are still devoted to keep the classic songs alive, so why would there be any need to put them back in the mainstream?

renditions can only lead to a massive shift towards the death of classics. i see them as victims of these young hopefuls who are desperately venturing their way to stardom, while killing the legacy that a certain song has earned.

topping my hit list are the vexatious local artists and bands like MYMP, Nina, Arnee Hidalgo, Jed Madela, Shamrock and 6 Cycle Mind. they failed to capture the appeal of the original songs, thus the genesis of their caricatures.

you may want to poke me and ask me why the hell am i listening to them in the first place, but who can ever escape loud stereos in public vehicles and establishments? that's the problem! they are now dragged into the mainstream media, so you can hear these songs being played by bystanders in every street corner, which is so irksome.

sweet melodies are otherwise listened to by shit music advocates, emos, and plain desperate, hopeless romantics. plus the fact that with their "rebirth", classic songs rapidly become attached to corny love teams and half-cooked teeny-bopper movies, and are sung by those who send messages like "OMG he's so HOT!" "that's k3wL!", and those that, as what i have read in some teenage posts, often write in their online journals, "I lOvE jAsOn hE iS sO HotT I waNna Kiz hiM!!!!" and when asked about their favorite hobby, they all scream like sluts, "SHOPPING!!!!" never mind if going to Starbucks means a week of fasting. flaunting. yes, pure flaunting.

keeping up with the times does not suffice any defense for the misrepresentation of the classics. do it with a renowned artwork and you won't have to wait for a minute to get youself killed with raining stones. has anyone seen Mona Lisa in tube blouse and American curls?