Confessions from a Breakfast Table

OK, I have a confession to make.

And this is really not an easy one.

So … There is this German pop singer. I really detest his banal, friendship-book-like lyrics, his schlager music style, hate his “I am your favorite son-in-law” attitude. Gives me goose pimples on my eardrum. Kind of my Lord Voldemort of Music, he who must not be named, let alone listened to.

But then something happened and forced me to reconsider … grrrr!

Crime scene, once again, the breakfast table. Sitting together with a little spare time, on our plates all the things children do that have the potential of becoming the source for an unexpected change of perspective. The girls had been singing this song called “Lieder” (“Songs”), My Musical Lord Voldemort’s latest œuvre, for days, almost off by heart. The song had also been permeating my sensitive auricles for weeks, in shopping malls, as background purring in soap operas, or on 40+ radio stations day in, day out, perpetrating the notion that the Lord was doing it again. Ooops style.

The girls’ tweeting at the top of their voices, knowing the lyric’s word by word, if not the meaning, forced (and continues to force) me not only to damage my Spotify playlist image, but also watch the guy’s very unsubtle video on PutPat like a trillion times in a row, and listen a little closer.

Now that really ticked me off! Liquid substance coming for from my lachrymal sacks listening to this kitsch? Ah, c’mon! For no rational reason at all: The melody is mediocre, the arrangement and production middle-of-the-road pop, the lyrics far from anything poetic, intellectually ambitious or sophisticated.

BUT … Voldemort is, in these 3 minutes and 50 seconds, well, not actually telling a story, but implying one. The big story of collective memory, brought to life through a vast number of song titles from the past decades of pop culture. Every single one of these titles hints at a very different memorial story in all the different hearts and minds of its listeners, snowballing emotions that the narrator may be hoping for, but surely cannot know or predict.

It’s a cheap trick, and not particularly well done, judged with the rational part of your self, but it works, with the emotional half. If you put aside your intellectual coolness barrier and let your thoughts take this trip down memory lane. Unbiased and, yes, with the eyes of a child – which is quite fitting in the case of “Lieder”, as most listeners who allow retrogressive tears to well up here probably were in their infancy or adolescence when the mentioned songs were in the charts or en vogue, hence surfaced from the masses of music to become music for the masses and memory makers for many an individual. Including me.

The songs that “Lieder” refers to can be found in the following playlist, and I BET you, you’ll be kick starting your hippocampus within seconds, with images that are completely different from the ones that I have, but I betcha they are there, if you allow them to.

 

 

And here’s the list in words, just for the record.

So what do I take from my own personal Lieder Experience, apart from a couple of pudent tears?

Our lives are indeed made up of stories. Not facts, dates and names, it’s the stories that make all of them come to life and live on in our memories, no matter how much time has passed. We will forget the names of people we went to university with, forget the bad marks we got in school, maybe even the name of the girl who dumped us when we were 14. But we will never forget the song that was playing on the radio, on our Sony Walkman or from the loudspeakers at a youth club party when we were feeling sorry for ourselves for whatever reason. Or happy. Or whatever the feeling was. And behind every feeling, there is a story.

So whether it’s Walk like an Egyptian, When Doves Cry, Voodoo Child, Like A Rolling Stone, Just Died In Your Arms Tonight, Bochum, Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me, What A Wonderful World, Dancing With Tears In My Eyes, Heroes, Unbelievable, Purple Rain, Firestarter, I Will Always Love You, You Are Not Alone, Welcome To The Jungle, Personal Jesus, Insane In The Brain, When Will I Be Famous, König von Deutschland, End Of The Road, Loser, Killing In The Name Of, or Come As You Are … there’s probably a million stories secured in a million hearts and connected to one or more of these songs, maybe even one or more per specific lyric line.

And that’s the sole, but powerful beauty of “Lieder”.

No, allow me to correct myself, there is indeed another beauty to it: It makes me look forward to the day when my two little ones are big and (hopefully) interested enough in all those pearls that He-who-must-not-be-listened-to is singing about, maybe even like one or the other song or story. And probably the song “Lieder” itself will, whether I like it or not, become a new link in my chain of songs worth remembering – not because they were especially great, but because they remind me of special moments of my life.

Like sitting at the breakfast table, morning in, morning out, with two little voices of Germany listening to, watching and reciting  this tune, regardless of the tight schedule before school-kindergarden-work. And reminiscing stories, thoughts, dreams and feelings surfacing after ages of subconscious burial.

After all, with music, it’s like with important scents in our lives: Even though in hindsight they might actually stink, they take you back decades in a flash … and memory is indeed a gracious, merciful and forgiving companion.

5 thoughts on “Confessions from a Breakfast Table

  1. The infamous power of the pop music industry should never be underestimated. By simply investing enough marketing money in these third class pop music productions they could sell anything, which for me is proven by the popularity of their productions, the hinted singer included. Quality is not an issue.

    It is a few years since, but a brief acquaintance of mine, a top manager of a record company in Hamburg, was fighting with the downfall of the pop recording industry at that time. He made it clear that they were very aware that the descent was their own doing by closing the doors for real musician’s ideas and songs, whoops I mean Lieder. That is why the real Liedermacher today are so few and far between, that is why they have to copy US and English songs, because they know it has a chance of being a hit once again. Sad but true, but it seems to be correct ‘money makes the world go round’, Quality it not an issue, but repetition is.

    Unfortunately I have no idea why melody and creative ideas are far and few between in German pop songs, perhaps that is why the producers emphasize the actual voice if it is German text, and emphasize it so intensely as though the text was from Brecht, Böll, Mann, or Gottfried Herder etc., either for those listeners who do not understand English or to override the missing musical creativeness.

    I myself am nauseated by the products of those radio stations that support the record industry, but of course that is probably what their listeners want to hear. If I am objective though, it is no doubt the same in all countries in some form or another, and I must admit they do risk playing a few good pop songs every now and again possibly to get folks like me excited for a moment, but no doubt, and probably, it only happens if the record industry is getting a slice of the cake.

    So it is a fact that repetition is the key on those radio stations, not everyone can rescue themselves and listen in a wider spectrum.

    Therefor maybe I should just let the Rubel & Yen & Euro, and not to forget Dollar, roll and accept that is the way things are.

    Quality it not an issue, but repetition is, ‘money makes the world go round’, Not only the young are suggestible without effort.

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  2. The infamous power of the pop music industry should never be underestimated. By simply investing enough marketing money in these third class pop music productions they could sell anything, which for me is proven by the popularity of their productions, the hinted singer included. Quality is not an issue.

    It is a few years since, but a brief acquaintance of mine, a top manager of a record company in Hamburg, was fighting with the downfall of the pop recording industry at that time. He made it clear that they were very aware that the descent was their own doing by closing the doors for real musician’s ideas and songs, whoops I mean Lieder. That is why the real Liedermacher today are so few and far between, that is why they have to copy US and English songs, because they know it has a chance of being a hit once again. Sad but true, but it seems to be correct ‘money makes the world go round’, Quality it not an issue, but repetition is.

    Unfortunately I have no idea why melody and creative ideas are far and few between in German pop songs, perhaps that is why the producers emphasize the actual voice if it is German text, and emphasize it so intensely as though the text was from Brecht, Böll, Mann, or Gottfried Herder etc. to override the missing musical creativeness.
    I myself am nauseated by the products of those radio stations that support the record industry, but maybe because that is what their listeners want to hear. If I am objective though, it is no doubt the same in all countries in some form or another, and I must admit they do risk a few good pop songs every now and again, possibly to get folks like me excited for a moment, but no doubt, and probably, only happens if the record industry is getting a slice of the cake.

    So it is a fact that repetition is the key on those radio stations, not everyone can rescue themselves and listen in a wider spectrum.

    So maybe I should just let the Rubel & Yen & Euro, and not to forget Dollar, roll and accepts that is the way things are.

    Quality it not an issue, but repetition s, money makes the world go round. Not only the young are suggestible without effort.

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  3. repetition is part of musical history from day 1, or maybe day 2. or with the words of chumbawamba: “you can’t write a song that’s never been sung”. but i agree, hot rotation, as radio stations euphemistically call repetition for the record company’s sake, is an issue evrywhere, even at FM4 where i’m at home baby. and there u get some seriously goos german music!😉

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  4. Spektakulär ist aber auch, dass jüngere Menschen die „Lieder“ überhaupt kennen … die, also die aneinandergereihten Musiktitel, sind ja doch eher alle älter – will sagen, ich kenne sie alle J

    Oder „verstehen“ sie, die Kinder, die Aussage der Geschichte sogar, ohne die Referenzen zu kennen?

    Interessiert mich!!!

    Ähnliche Situation: war neulich auf der Jan Delay Clubtour – ich weiß, auch nicht jedermanns Sache/ Musik – aber meine um so mehr😉 wie dem auch sei, er zitiert auch viel „alte Mucke“ – und auch da hatte ich überlegt, wie das geht, wirkt, ankommt – was es definitiv tat – wenn man eigentlich zu jung ist, die Zitate zu kennen …

    Spannend!

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    • tja, das ist ja das schöne mit musik: sie begeistert immer wieder immer andere menschen aus immer anderem gründen. im falle lieder gefällt es kindern und großmüttern jew. aus anderen gründen als ich, denn weder weder kinder noch großmütter können mit den erwähnten songs aufgewachsen sein, aber: es gefällt ihnen dennoch. und sollten sie irgendwann mal lust haben, können sie die intellektuelle erkundung der metaebene angehen, quasi den subtext, der für dich und mich der haupttext ist.

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