If you listen to the lyrics of the song below, you realise that it’s not necessarily all happy-clappy and yet the music and tempo ultimately sells a feeling of hope and happiness. When and how did we swap to the awful reality of lyrics reflecting gang warfare and songs that so roundly demean women.
Yes, everything is cyclical and it does remind me of those horribly depressing movies of the early 1960s, when it seemed that showing the grubby and depressing side of life was considered artistically de rigueur. Every time I think of these movies I think of Rita Tushingham, such was the scar one particular movie left on my very young mind. I found, and still find that kind of entertainment hugely depressing and try to avoid it like the plague. To mis-quote my father-in-law: ” life is full of hell, I know life is full of hell because I’ve lived it – I don’t need to be fed it as popular entertainment’.
It begs the questions (again) : What is art? Should art always make you think? Or can art simply be something to lift the spirit of humanity? For me, it can sometimes be the third alone and I must admit, I do miss that bolt hole from the harsh realities of life.
* ‘We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars’ ~ Oscar Wilde