April 24, 2014
I’ve been listening to some really nasty music lately. You name a social ill, and this music celebrates it.
Murder. Rape. Assault. There’s stabbing and shooting and beating. Wife abuse, drug abuse, robbery and theft. Dealing illegal drugs. Disrespect for lawful authority.
And sex — lots of sex. And hardly ever with the same person. There’s adultery and lust and cheating on the people that you’re already cheating on other people with.
Which leads me to ask: Where’s Tipper Gore when you need her?
Millennials may be too young to remember when Mrs. Gore — later our country’s Second Lady but then the wife of U.S. Sen. Al Gore — led a crusade against nasty music. She founded the Parents Music Resource Center (PMRC) in the mid-’80s after being horrified at the lyrics to Prince’s “Darling Nikki”:
I knew a girl named nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
The PMRC had a good marketing strategy. They enlisted a bunch of other wives of important Washington politicians and released a list of the worst-offending songs, which they dubbed “The Filthy 15.” It included songs by artists like AC/DC, Judas Priest, Madonna and Twisted Sister.
Long story short, the PMRC got a series of Congressional hearings and the recording industry agreed to “voluntarily” put parental advisory labels on potentially offensive music.
But Tipper missed a few nasty ones that I’ve been hearing lately. How about this one?
And I drank a fifth of courage and walked in
Lord you should’ve seen their frantic faces
They screamed and cried please put away that knife
I guess I’ll go to hell or I’ll rot here in this cell
But who taught who the cold hard facts of life
Nope, that wasn’t on the Filthy 15. Neither was this one:
Put your clothes back on
I’d rather be alone
Your thing is all worn out now get on home
You’ve had too many lovers
They’ve worn off the hair
There ain’t no way I’m goin’ in there
And for general, all-out, sociopathic misanthropy, there’s this:
Well, I’ve been kicked out of might’ near every bar in town
I’ve been locked up for drivin’ 120 through town
Been shot and cut with a knife … for messin’ round with another man’s wife
But other than that we ain’t nothing but good ol’ boys
What could they possibly have been thinking?