Talking about music

Writing about music is as futile as writing about sex. Talking about music, however is just fine. Dreaming about talking about music is weird, but powerful. Last night that's exactly what I did. I was talking my way out of getting fired from my teaching job at Seneca, when I gave the lecture of my life. About music. Only music, I said, allows people to escape from stereotype and tell their real stories, and feelings. In my dream I said much more, comparing music to other forms of popular culture where stereotypes rule--illusions that we buy into of ER rooms going to any extreme to help us, and treat us like humans, ditto for CSI (as we learned from the recent kidnapping where no one investigated the sex offender who did it. Jesus, don't they know that step one is to find out what sex offenders are living in the area). But what really grabbed my audience in the dream is when I broke into song. Even my cruel boss had tears in her eyes. Wish I could remember the song. Some astute readers are going to point out how stereotypical many of today's singers and acts are. I'm not advocating anything about the great pop music machine. It squeezes women into stereotype. Some escape, and they are worth talking about.