I would like to share what is wrong with the music our young people play today. The answer is as simple as, you know, “the nose on your face.” It is so plain that it will make perfect common sense once I explain it below. The main issue with music today is that it is too loud, and the words don’t make any sense. When you compare music today to that of the past, it is obvious there is a problem.

Where are the days when you could sit down and hear a love song about your girl “Boney Maroney” who’s as skinny as a stick of macaroni or your girl named “Rama-lama-lama, lama-lama-ding-dong” who means everything to you?

You remember when music asked the hard questions like “Who put the bomp in the bomp-bah-bomp-bah-bomp? Or know that what sets our hearts aglow is the “boogity, boogity, boogity, shoo” and how it happens every time my baby and I dance to the “dip da dip da dip”?

Oh, and what deep meaning when we hear that “a-wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-lop-bam-boom” as we “Tutti Fruitti” or “Wooley Bully.” Yes, and how life could be a dream “sh-boom sh-boom ya-da-da da-da-da da-da-da da sh-boom” with my baby “beep bop a lula” in the red, blue jeans.

And when we didn’t know what to say to our girl the doctor coached us with “Oooo eee oooo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang, Oooo eee oooo ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang” knowing “hoop dee doo, hoop de doo” when we heard a Polka our troubles were through.

Generations are different. We all have our likes and dislikes. We all make our mistakes and have points of greatness. Granted, I don’t like the songs with off-color or suggestive lyrics. Then again, as a teen, I remember having “Louie Louie” and “House of the Rising Sun” banned from our school dances.

For generations to get along and solve our problems, we must try to understand each other. No generation is any better than any other. Each has its challenges to face. We all have something to offer. The older generations need to listen to the younger, and the younger needs to listen to the older. It’s a two-way street to a better world.

Now I’ll still have a button on my XM radio for the ’50s music and one for the ’60s, but I expect that half-time at the super bowl will be music for a much younger generation. You know what? That’s okay. It’s okay to be different with different likes and dislikes. It’s okay if you like blue and I like maroon. It’s okay if you like chocolate and I like vanilla. It’s okay if I wear a tie to church, and you don’t. It’s okay to be different. We must learn to teach and have respect for one another and reach across generaltional boundaries. 

My grandparents taught my parents to say “Please,” “Thank You,” “Yes, Sir,” “Yes, M’am,” and be respectful. My parents taught my siblings and me to say “Please,” “Thank You,” “Yes, Sir,” “Yes, M’am,” and be respectful. We taught our son to say “Please,” “Thank You,” “Yes Sir,” “Yes, Mam,” and be respectful. Our son and daughter-in-law are teaching our granddaughter to say “Please,” “Thank You,” “Yes, Sir,” “Yes, M’am,” and be respectful. Respect is something that we must pass down from generation to generation; if not, it will become lost. When we lose respect for others, we become self-centered and self-seeking. When we become self-centered and self-seeking, we forget God. When we forget God, we have lost respect for him. When we fail to respect God, we dishonor the one who loves more than anyone else.

The main thing is that we learn to respect each other for who we are and “hot diggity dog diggity” and “tweedlee dee” we’ll be able to “ba-bah-ba-ba-bah, ba-ba-bah-bah-bah” in harmony.

Danny Minton is Pastoral Minister and Elder at Southern Hills Church of Christ


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