The threshold of Pain (痛みのしきい値)

Its difficult and quite ironic how the youth of today undergo painstaking retrogression, even though the world where in they live today is abounding with information. It’s funny, yet absolutely wretched, to see one even the most unworthy of people being flashed and adored on the tube, while the people who most definitely deserve recognition are stuck within the bowels of society.

Why do I say this? Because I have witnessed, or rather, listened to music that managed to take my breath away – in a very bad manner. I would define the music video I watched to be one of the worst three minutes and forty-seven seconds of my life, and I’m not even kidding.

Last night, one of my good friends posted a link on Facebook, with a caption, which says that: ”we would die laughing when we watch this music video.” Then I clicked the link, waited for the video to load, and then watched afterwards. On my first attempt watching, I did not even last 20 seconds before I hit the COMMAND+Q button to close my internet browser. My first impression of the music was that it was an absolutely horrendous, abominable, spine chilling, and blood-curdling piece of work. I then thought to myself this:

“I HAVE NEVER LISTENED TO MUSIC THAT IS ABSOLUTELY EXCRUCIATING TO BOTH MY EARS AND MY MIND!”

And that was without the exaggeration – candy-coated words just to make me feel that I’m a wonderful blog writer; or even to make the readers feel my intense emotion. I truly felt excruciated in listening to a “work of art” – now that’s irony.

Because art is a form of arranging items that may suggest an idea, an emotion, or even an intellect.  Art should appeal to the person who created it, and it is his duty to make it appeal to the viewers. Art also has very intricate connections with the case of aesthetics – which is the concept of beauty itself.

Though beauty is one subjective issue. It will forever be in the eye of the beholder. The individual evaluates the concept of beauty. Meaning to say that an objective statistic for the concept of beauty does not exist – and will forever be, subjective.

Now going back to debating about this wretched piece of music, I then thought about the things I blurted out and actually felt a little bad with the things I’ve said. So I decided to give her another chance. I logged on to Facebook again, watched her video, this time until the very end.

And who would have ever thought I would actually get through that ordeal? For three minutes and forty-seven seconds, I found myself being purged from beautiful music and plunged into a penal, and abominable world of pain! With song lyrics absolutely redundant and dimwitted – daft and ludicrous, even seven-year old children would know that Saturday is the day after Friday! Though, I found myself to actually be laughing instead of feeling bad. Yes, I did laugh the whole evening. Because I could have never imagined that there was someone who actually made Bieber seem smart. Yes, her name was Rebecca Black, and she’s the new “guinea pig” that will forever fear the condemning words of teenage music aficionados who hold detrimental feelings for her music.

Now I just acquired news from the friend of mine who posted the link from Youtube. Apparently, Black wasn’t the composer of the music. There was a production, namely the ARK Music Factory that was looking for teenage children – from the jocks to the dirtbags, who were willing to become the next Youtube Sensation. Apparently a girl named Rebecca Black accepted the seemingly generous offer without reluctance and hesitation, and have found herself recording this poor excuse for a piece of trash. So apparently, it was the owners of the company, namely Clarence Jay and Patrice Wilson who composed the music, with Black recording it. So I would think that these two clowns hold a big responsibility in wrecking the person’s career – a teenage girl finding she to become the laughing stock of the Internet since Bieber.

The song apparently found itself being sniffed out by the nice magazine reviewers to the feared music critics who threw a plethora of negative remarks and meager amounts of positive ones. In fact, the scent of the song was powerful, that it even attracted me – a person who doesn’t really have much concern for popular music. Because the song’s musical and lyrical content was so pathetic, yet painstakingly and sickeningly catchy, it had attracted the attention of people who don’t even care. And since it had attracted my attention, I have to go at this at full speed – say what I want to say about the music, without having the fear of being criticized for my insensitivity.

As for the timbre Black unleashed: hideous! Heinous! Absolutely terrible! To think that the Auto-Tune device be utilized for the whole duration of the song. It was, quintessentially, a miserable idea! The Auto-Tune device is for automatically correcting pitches that have slightly strayed off from the line of frequency in equal temperament. However there is a catch. Once the Auto-Tune had been applied in a recording, the tone quality of the voice will change – It will sound “electronic and synthetic”. And to think that this Auto-Tune device was used for the whole song, it would tell us: “She sang disgracefully the rest of the song?”

Though, the ugliness the tone color suggested wasn’t entirely her fault. Part of the blame is to be shared by the composers of the song, who actually wrote disgusting melodic lines that seemed to have a low life expectancy. Top it with the horrendously simple, kinder-grade lyrics – unacceptable!

Have you seen a cardiogram that flashes the condition of a person who just died? Can you imagine the weight of the sorrow of the surrounding people beside that cardiogram, beside the person who just died? Can you hear their cries and wails? If you haven’t, then you better watch this video. Intense gloom does not only limit itself to the confines of death and loss. They also exist in poor music videos.

So without further adieu, here is Rebecca Black, singing her latest sensation, Friday. Enjoy, if you can.