I was actually trained as a classical pianist.
Yes, it’s true. I went to college and everything. I learned how to either play or appreciate much of the repertoire – in point of fact, if I put my mind to it, there are piano concertos that are not out of my reach. I am very, very familiar with many very complex pieces, even if I can’t play them yet, and I find composers such as Rachmaninoff to be quite sublime – even if the lay person might hear it as just a jumble of noise.
Why, then, have I grown to like J-Pop?
If I were to put, say, “Ponytail Shushu” up against Rachmaninoff’s second or third piano concertos, “shoujiki”, it would be like trying to compare fine art to the drawing of a five year old. There is utterly no comparison. Rachmaninoff’s music has a very definite structure, with every note thought out, all meshing together into a cohesive whole that is not even obvious without careful and educated listening. J-Pop seems to be kind of what you’d expect from seeing two young teenage girls chatting with each other over a milkshake or boba drink. You’d lose several IQ points just by hearing the conversation, and yet…
Do you know what a conversation between two young teenage girls has that classical music does not?
It’s the same reason I like J-Pop.
Classical music is not alive, not really. Most of the composers are long dead. Most people listen to classical music quietly, and when you attend a concert, you usually dress up, sit there, and watch a conductor waves his arms, and out emanates some lovely music that you can only consume. But J-Pop is like being included in a youthful conversation between several teenage girls – it’s stupid and mindless and immature – but there is also love and friendship and parting and angst and all of the things that make life life. They capture the life and energy of youth in a way that classical music does not and cannot.
Is it beautiful like classical music? Absolutely not! But is it beautiful in its own way, expressing things that we as adults forget and only seem to get back when confronted by youth in all of its hormone-ridden, angsty, immature glory?
It is a reminder of a long-past part of my life that I, thirty years later, had forgotten. It hearkens back to a time when I didn’t have to worry about pleasing bosses, or the next performance review, or paying the rent, or what happens if and/or when I get sick, or all of the worries that adults like me destroy ourselves with. It hearkens back to a time when young love overpowers all, when friendships were made and broken, when living on one’s own is nothing but something that may happen in the distant future, and one has their whole life yet ahead of them. It’s a celebration of youth.
And sometimes, it is nice to forget how much the ravages of age have destroyed all of that optimism.
That is why I like J-Pop. It is not always happy, but it is a reminder of how things once were.