... of coming Friday and one of the greatest songs in pop-music. Paroles, paroles...by Dalida and Alain Delon. Just words, words, words, words... empty words.
"[To] me, tender words wrapped in sweetness. Land on my mouth, but never on my heart. Words and words and words..." (c) How appropriate.
P.S. There is an excellent piece in The Atlantic about an enormous, in fact, crashing in its power resurgence of interest in the "old music", 70s-80s and some 90s.
Old songs now represent 70 percent of the U.S. music market. Even worse: The new-music market is actually shrinking.
I will write about it in depth but in simple words--modern pop culture as a whole is SHIT, so is music: no melody, no musicianship, ugly beats running counter to classic Western musical tradition, ugly people who have zero talent. Simple as that.