By: Guest Writer Cranky Yanky
I recently embarked on a mission to discover some “new” music, or better stated, music that is “new to me.” Since I am quickly approaching the age of 60, I have now been listening to a lot of the same music for several decades, whether voluntarily or not, and quite frankly, I’ve had enough! Thankfully, technology now affords us access to almost all recorded music, so I decided to explore this extensive “virtual” record collection for possible hidden gems. What follows is my “music mining” process:
- My search began in 1964, so I went to the Wikipedia page called “1964 in Music.” There it lists all the notable album releases for that year month by month. I then clicked on each musical act of interest which took me to their corresponding Wikipedia page. Once there, I pulled up the musician’s discography and downloaded all studio albums released during that decade (avoiding live releases or compilations and I also excluded music genres that I know I do not enjoy – Jazz, Country, and Progressive Rock.)
- After downloading all of the 1960s releases from several musical acts, I then began to listen to EVERY song using what I call the 30-second rule. By “30-second rule” I mean that I gave each track “up to” 30 seconds to capture my interest and/or not bore me. I immediately skipped any “hit” or familiar songs. (I also avoided “bonus” tracks like demos and alternate versions.)
- All songs that survived my 30-second rule were then placed into a playlist to weed out the weaklings. The “survivors” now comprise the song lists that I will be enjoying for my remaining time in this earthly realm.
To my dismay, for the decades of the 60s and 70s, I ended up with a paltry total of 48 songs after listening to thousands! I am not insinuating that all of the “non-hit” music released in those decades was “unacceptable” to me, just overly familiar, since those were my most fervently explored musical years, thereby significantly reducing the possibility of discovering hidden gems.
I was, however, taken aback by the overwhelming amount of…well…unlistenable crap.
Imagine if you laid down every music track released in a particular decade, like railroad ties on a cross country rail line, and then removed each “hit” and familiar song. What would remain (and I know I’m mixing metaphors) is the musical equivalent of a public swimming pool after the season has ended, stagnant and unappealing (with no shortage of candy bars.)
My reasoning for detailing this music exploration process is to lend credibility to my contention that the music THEY, the Music “Industry”, have supplied could and SHOULD be better. Many promoted musical “acts” (I refuse to call them artists) possess a noticeable lack of talent that does not justify their prominence in the public consciousness. Even though I didn’t attend a performing arts high school with an illustrious list of alumni, I can still think of 2 or 3 kids in my graduating class with more talent than many of the “artists” that I endured. The magnitude of the musical lameness I encountered started me pondering the term Music “Industry.” Could it be that we’ve been fed the musical equivalent of what we get from the Fast Food “Industry,” sometimes tasty and addictive, but ultimately uninspired, unhealthy, and…again…crap? If you regularly wash down your Taco Bell Meal Deal with a Monster Drink or some other vile liquid, there is no reason for you to read any further since you will likely find nothing objectionable about what I will be presenting. If, however, you prefer things clean and organic, please proceed.
Note: To be clear, I am not implying that these people have NO talent. I am saying that many of them have LESSER talent or have wasted it due to drug and alcohol abuse and are promoted because they descend from and are connected to the “correct” families. Part of my investigation will include genealogical information, and if you don’t think that kind of knowledge is essential, I can assure you that THEY DO. I will also be making military connections whenever possible because where the military leads in media matters, Intelligence (the spooky kind) follows. To back this up, I will also show how musicians are used to push agendas as tools/puppets of Intel. Finally, I will link higher learning institutions such as Yale and Harvard, known hubs of Intelligence, evidenced by their acknowledged complicity in the MK Ultra program and secret societies like Skull and Bones. I hope to be proven wrong, but I contend that if you’re not “in the club”, it matters little how talented you are; you will not be promoted.
This is a breakdown of the artificial musical flavorings and colorings that I will be focusing on: Military Industrial Complex, Intelligence Community, Elite Royal Connections, Medical Industry, Psychology, Psychiatry, Big Pharma, Politics, Governmental Agencies, Religion (Traditional and New Age), Corporate Affiliation, Ivy League Institutions, Psyops, Agendas, Phosphoric Acid, Potassium Benzoate, Red No. 3 & Yellow No. 5
Joan Baez Discusses Her ‘Mutual Fanship’ With Fauci https://thehill.com/blogs/in-the-know/in-the-know/555342-joan-baez-discusses-her-mutual-fanship-with-fauci Legendary US Singer, Activist Joan Baez Honours Dr. Anthony Fauci By Painting His Portrait https://www.malaymail.com/news/showbiz/2020/08/19/legendary-us-singer-activist-joan-baez-honours-dr-anthony-fauci-by-painting/1895350 Joan Baez Supports New Earth Institute Pandemic Response Initiative https://news.climate.columbia.edu/2020/09/01/joan-baez-pandemic-response-initiative/
Baez is an American singer, songwriter, and activist. Her mother, Joan Chandos Bridge was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, and descends from the Dukes of Chandos, a title that has been created twice in the Peerage of England. Its second creation in 1554 was due to the Brydge family’s service to Queen Mary I, who gifted them, Sudeley Castle. Joan’s father worked with UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization), causing the family to move many times. While growing up in San Francisco, England, France, Switzerland, Spain, Canada, and the Middle East, Joan claims to have been subjected to racial slurs and discrimination because of her Mexican heritage. Somehow, I doubt it.
In 1959, at the age of 18, Baez was signed to Vanguard Records, where she remained for the next twelve years. Vanguard Records was founded in 1950 by brothers Maynard and Seymour Solomon. Seymour served with the U.S. Army Air Corps, and Maynard, who produced (handled) Joan’s first 12 albums, was closely affiliated with Columbia, Harvard, and Yale Universities.
Throughout most of her career, Baez remained apprehensive about (publicly) involving herself in party politics; However, in 2008, she wrote: “If anyone can navigate the contaminated waters of Washington, lift up the poor, and appeal to the rich to share their wealth, it is Sen. Barack Obama.” In 2017, Baez released her first song in twenty-seven years, “Nasty Man,” a protest song against US President Donald Trump. In 2021, Baez serenaded Joe Biden at the White House with an improvised performance of “Ain’t Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around.” It appears that Joan was able to overcome her apprehension concerning the left-right paradigm…I mean, party politics. A protest singer who sang truth to power now just sings to power—truth be damned. Not surprising, considering that she has been controlled opposition from the get-go.
In 2006, Baez spent a night hoisted in a tree to protest the imminent eviction of a community of farmers in a poor neighborhood in Los Angeles. Yet, instead of educating her fans about the benefits of nutrition and natural remedies to boost their immune systems during the Covid Plandemic, she heralded “medical experts” like Anthony Fauci.
Baez also promotes her “old friend” Esther Gokhale, a “posture guru” who trained as a biochemist at Princeton University and studied at Stanford’s Medical School.
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By 1980, Baez had released 22 albums. She has an admittedly fine singing voice, but who besides pretentious Ivy League college professors and hippie burn outs support her career? What are some of your favorite Joan Baez songs? Can you name one? Me neither.
The Beach Boys original lineup consisted of brothers Brian, Dennis, and Carl Wilson along with their cousin Mike Love (and friend Al Jardine). The Wilson brothers and Mike Love share the same Wilson ancestral lineage, and based on my experience, family trees generally fall into 4 categories:
- Extensive & Well Connected
- Suspiciously Sparse or Non-Existent
- Both 1 & 2
- Just Your Average Joe/Josephine
The Wilson/Love “Boys” family history falls solidly under category #1, extensive and well connected. Still, Wikipedia gives us the typical sob story about Murry Wilson’s (father/uncle of the Beach Boys) family being so impoverished after moving to Los Angeles that they camped for two months in a tent on the beach…no doubt having “Fun, Fun, Fun” in “The Warmth of the Sun”. There are also tales of generational child abuse, with Dennis Wilson one time stating, ““We had a shitty childhood…my dad was a tyrant. He used to whale on us, physically beat the crap out of us. I don’t know kids who got it like we did.” Dennis Wilson would eventually get involved in/assigned to the Hollywood production/psyop known as the Manson Family murders.
Dennis also became a raging alcoholic who died 3 weeks after his 39th birthday when he allegedly drowned after drinking all day. As the story goes, he dove into the water to recover his ex-wife’s belongings that had been thrown from his yacht THREE YEARS EARLIER. And it gets weirder. The U.S. COAST GUARD buried Dennis’ body at sea. At the time, only veterans of the COAST GUARD and U.S. NAVY were allowed to be buried in U.S. waters without first being cremated, but Dennis’s burial was made possible by the INTERVENTION OF THEN-PRESIDENT RONALD REAGAN. What? Why? In 2002, Brian Wilson expressed unhappiness with the arrangement, believing that Dennis should have been given a traditional burial. I guess Brian had a lucid moment in 2002.
BRIAN DOUGLAS WILSON is considered the principal originator of the “California sound.” As his mental health deteriorated in the late 1960s, his contributions to the band diminished and he became known for his lifestyle of seclusion, overeating, and drug abuse, ala Elvis. In the 1980s, he formed a controversial creative and business partnership with his psychologist (handler), Eugene Landy. We will never know what caused Brian Wilson’s mental “Wipe Out,” but it appears likely that Landy played a key role. Brian Wilson also had a close association with record producer (handler) Van Dyke Parks throughout the years. Park’s father served as chief psychiatric officer in the Dachau liberation reprisals wherein U.S. SOLDIERS and concentration camp internees allegedly killed German prisoners of war. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dachau_liberation_reprisals
When asked in 2016 about Brian Wilson’s negative comments towards him, Mike Love responded: “He’s not in charge of his life, like I am mine. His every move is orchestrated…” OK Mike, whatever you say.
I enjoy the Beach Boys early 60s hit songs, but don’t appreciate being gaslighted for not accepting the albums Pet Sounds and Smiley Smile as undisputed classics. Pet Sounds was initially met with a lukewarm critical and commercial response (for a reason) and Smiley Smile was received with confusion and disappointment (for a reason), but both albums have since been “reappraised” as critical and influential favorites in the Beach Boys catalog (for a reason?).
Most of the songs on Pet Sounds were co-written, along with Brian Wilson, by the guy responsible for the slogan, “You can tell it’s Mattel—it’s swell!”, a success that led him to write popular ads and jingles for Barbie and Chatty Cathy dolls (I take it all back, clearly this is genius at work, and I am a philistine). Shortly after reaching this “peak”, Brian Wilson’s wave was “blown out” sending him off to “no man’s land”. The Boys would then sail off into the sunset of obscurity while releasing an obscene number of Compilation albums (61 by my unofficial count). Who is buying this garbage and in who’s pockets are Brian Wilson’s royalties going?