By Yamini Gaur
The 1960s fell pretty heavy on the shoulders of parents worldwide as their daughters began to swoon to the throaty treble of Elvis Presley’s voice. The 1960’s bore down even more heavily as their sons began to gyrate relentlessly in the same opulent fashion with their hair swept back by awfully huge amounts of gel.
The 1960s fell pretty heavy on the shoulders of parents worldwide as their daughters began to swoon to the throaty treble of Elvis Presley’s voice. The 1960’s bore down even more heavily as their sons began to gyrate relentlessly in the same opulent fashion with their hair swept back by awfully huge amounts of gel.
1960s grew intolerable as The Beatles, rivalled closely by The Rolling Stones stole away every girl’s meek heart with sheer good looks and tracks of the likes of “I want to hold your hand” and “Drive my Car”. Four young, handsome and fairly eligible bachelors making throats go dry due to incessant screaming and crying at tours and concerts raised the popularity of the band a notch higher and a couple of newspaper headlines stronger.
Off, started a string of closely matched and scarily unparalleled events that included several good looking and jaw dropping-ly handsome men, careful enough to leave their shirts backstage, jumping around sweating profusely through well chiselled bodies and heavily tattooed abs.
I must not get ahead of myself.
But the one thing that has managed to bamboozle chartbuster scientists from all over the world is: What is it with Boy Bands?
I remember as a young, musically unaware and logically twisted kid, listening to “Blue” and falling head over buckled-shoes in love with the “man whose blonde hair falls over his electric blue eyes”.
Is it the way suitable men showcasing their talent at public platforms projected as, or are the massive fan following that they get, a result of pure, unadulterated talent?
I give you this certain set of people branded as “The...um... Beatles of the era”- who go about, calling themselves One Direction.
After you have officially given me a standing ovation and ceased your expressionless slow clapping, I would like to point out that the majority of One Directioneers out there happen to be the females. Is it that their music is quite literally, a class apart, or is it the devastatingly good looks of the people behind its cringe-worthy creation?
But the one thing that has managed to bamboozle chartbuster scientists from all over the world is: What is it with Boy Bands?
I remember as a young, musically unaware and logically twisted kid, listening to “Blue” and falling head over buckled-shoes in love with the “man whose blonde hair falls over his electric blue eyes”.
Is it the way suitable men showcasing their talent at public platforms projected as, or are the massive fan following that they get, a result of pure, unadulterated talent?
I give you this certain set of people branded as “The...um... Beatles of the era”- who go about, calling themselves One Direction.
After you have officially given me a standing ovation and ceased your expressionless slow clapping, I would like to point out that the majority of One Directioneers out there happen to be the females. Is it that their music is quite literally, a class apart, or is it the devastatingly good looks of the people behind its cringe-worthy creation?
Had the same tunes been sung by a set of fairly-unsuccessful-lady-magnets, would they have reached the same heights as they have?
I think not.
Being one of the biggest fans of The Beatles you’ll ever get to meet, I believe that people should listen to music without looking at the faces of the creative genius behind it. Not only will that make people differentiate a little better between music and well, banshees, it will also make them a little less judgemental towards what they should listen to. Not only will that boost the plummeting standards of our music industry, it will also disable people with smouldering good looks from using their lucky genetics as a weapon for undeserved popularity.
Author’s Note:
Every person has a right to be opinionated and loving or in the aforementioned cases, ceaselessly worshipping a band is a matter of personal choice. In case you are a die-hard fan of any artist or person subjected to disdain in the article, kindly rant about it in your blog but don’t um, physically hurt/hurl profanities or objects at the writer.
It’s a kind request for public well being.
Picture Sources:
The Beatles: Lennon-in-the-sky.tumblr.com
Backstreet Boys: RyanSeacrest.com
One Direction: Fanpop.com
I think not.
Being one of the biggest fans of The Beatles you’ll ever get to meet, I believe that people should listen to music without looking at the faces of the creative genius behind it. Not only will that make people differentiate a little better between music and well, banshees, it will also make them a little less judgemental towards what they should listen to. Not only will that boost the plummeting standards of our music industry, it will also disable people with smouldering good looks from using their lucky genetics as a weapon for undeserved popularity.
Author’s Note:
Every person has a right to be opinionated and loving or in the aforementioned cases, ceaselessly worshipping a band is a matter of personal choice. In case you are a die-hard fan of any artist or person subjected to disdain in the article, kindly rant about it in your blog but don’t um, physically hurt/hurl profanities or objects at the writer.
It’s a kind request for public well being.
Picture Sources:
The Beatles: Lennon-in-the-sky.tumblr.com
Backstreet Boys: RyanSeacrest.com
One Direction: Fanpop.com