Music, culture, classes: another Regina discourse

Regina Budden

As yet another Argo rolls off the press, I question everything. Did we catch all of the typos and spelling errors? Does the design reflect the content? Was calling page 11 the “Cowbell” page a bit much?

I hope so, probably, and it’s too late now, to answer myself.

But I digress. I have homework, final projects and a few more random events to attend in the pursuit of my academic interests, and these various stressful activities are more than enough to distract me from anything that I previously thought important. However, as a *real person* and not just a student, I cannot emphasize enough that “all work [being of the homework or any other variety] and no play makes Jack [and Regina and Mikki and every other *real person*] a dull boy [or girl. You get the picture].” With that in mind, the Argo comes at a most apropo time, telling us of our duties to drop what we’re doing and turn up our iPods/CD players/radios/8-decks/record players. Music helps define our culture, no matter what age of technology we live in, whether it be the tones of the African djembe drums or the tunes (NOT tones) of Scottish pipes.

So let’s take a moment, in our frustratingly busy lives, to appreciate the properties of music that bind us like cultural glue. From Mozart to Metallica to that irritating ‘90s pop star whose songs are so catchy, the music of our social consciousness serves to inspire (although the WAY it inspires each of us needn’t be uniform, because I don’t want to dance like Miley Cyrus).