I wonder if there are any other music teachers here? Because the “can’t fail” progression of I-V-vi-IV progression is now often referred to as the “Don’t Stop Believin’” progression.
To those who hate it: yea…but…“streetlights…people…oh”?
No one explains how popular the chord progression is than the Axis of Awesome.
I’m not sure what taste in music has to do with the popularity of the progression, though. I guess that shows the influence of the band on some later bands (which I don’t think anyone would probably deny) but that doesn’t mean I should enjoy their music because of that. They’re just not my thing…
Mindy: I’m not trying to make any claim about “taste in music”; I’m saying this chord progression - which was popular in the Tim Pan Alley days - just appeals to a LOT of people, and they don’t know why.
I’ve been playing for 45 years and I still don’t really understand it. It’s just a fact. The Axis of Awesome bit should provide clarity.
I think it’s been surpassed, but in 2012 “Don’t Stop Believin’” was the most downloaded song, worldwide, to that date. All I can surmise is that humans desperately need something that sounds optimistic?
As far as the idea that anyone “should” like any music? It never made sense to me: to quote Robert Anton Wilson, “Like what you like, enjoy what you enjoy…and don’t take crap from anybody.”
I counted about 8 songs I might feel the need to get up and dance to but seeing as I normally only dance at goth clubs or 80’s nights that focus on new wave/dark wave. I listen to the Gorillaz, the Killers, and The White Stripes actively and those are good singles of theirs, just overplayed. And Take On Me and Come on Eileen are fun.
I did not include Girls Just Wanna Have Fun in that, although it was my favorite song as a wee one. I will dance to that sometimes but I have to be having a good night and already be in a good mood. The better my mood the more 80’s pop I will dance to.
There are also a few other “used to like but now meh” songs.
I’ve always hated that song. It became a kind of running joke with me and one of my best friends in college. When we lived together, she trolled the shit out of me with it.
3 years after graduation, she died. I was out at a bar when I got the phone call. I went back inside, and “Don’t Stop Believing” was playing. She fucking trolled me posthumously. Good on her. Except now, I hear the song, and it sucks, AND I cry. So fuck that song.
This Playlist brings back the sense of alienation and otherness I felt my first few months in college.
“What is this music? Is this music? Why is this exciting?”
Most American artists I had listened to up to that point in my hometown had more melanin and a musical sensibility that was easier for me to groove to.
It never occurred to me to call that jarring aural atmosphere at that time on campus “white music,” but I feel a strange sense of comfort knowing that this was exactly what is was.
Now play it at insane volume over a sound system that has zero bass (because the woofers were blown out ages ago) and this takes me back to every high school dance.