Pitch Please: Hype killed the music star
I’m learning how to play the guitar this semester.
It’s something that I wanted to learn for a while now, but didn’t have the money or time to pursue until now. Two weeks ago, I was assigned two songs to learn: some piece I’ve never heard of and The Beatles’ “Here Comes the Sun.” I visibly cringed.
If you asked me if I liked The Beatles, I would promptly answer no.
Then I would probably become public enemy No. 1, with legions of “Sgt. Pepper and The Lonely Hearts Club Band” and “The White Album” owners patronizing me for not falling head over heels for one of the most accomplished musical acts of all time. People hold The Beatles to such a high musical standard that, to be honest, I don’t think any artist should be held to.
It’s not like I hate the band’s members or think any of the music is bad.
I just don’t see (or for better words hear) the hype that a lot of other people do.
Let’s talk about that word for a minute: hype — excessive publicity and the ensuing commotion.
Take Bruno Mars for example. During his solo debut back in 2010, people over-exaggerated how talented he was to the point of me hearing his name being mentioned let alone hearing any tracks from “Doo-wops and Hooligans” being played on the radio made me mad.
That wasn’t the problem with his latest work because all the hype had died down and I don’t listen to the radio unless I’m in a car. When a person acts like an artist is some kind of musical deity that can do no wrong, it’s frustrating.
Yes, some positive acknowledgement of the music is good in doses, but seeing proclamations of how flaw-free an artist’s discography is completely uncalled for.
Hype: the four-letter word that killed The Beatles for me.