Thanks, in a 'No Thanks' Kind of Way
As announced in a mutual screaming episode by myself and EZ-E, Matisyahu has fallen out of favor with the crew. He quite clearly sold out, and — while one must write any artist a pass for coming up a little yellow-bellied on a live album — it will be hard to accept this particular act back into the fold.
I was farting around with the videos on my MCE computer, and I pulled up “King Without a Crown” for old time’s sake. The more I thought about it, the more I have cause to thank Matisyahu for his brief pirouette on the stage of popular music:
I imagine myself lounging in a rocking chair, somewhere around 70 years old. My grandkid comes into the room, bumping some robotically-generated trance-world-adult-contemporary-fusion song on a plutonium-powered 15 kW ultra-HD stereo system.
He or she looks up, turns off the VR goggles and says “Grandpappy, have you heard anything this whack before in your life?” (“Whack” is still in the vernacular at this point.)
I smile, turn off my VR goggles, and say the words I have been waiting to say for a number of decades:
“That’s nothing. You see, when I was in my Hasidic reggae rap period…”
So, thanks Matisyahu. You gave me a weird form of music that I used to like.