Songs for the Forgotten
Walk Away Renee. I Can’t Let Maggie Go. Ruby Tuesday. Thoughts of Mary Jane. What Katie Did. Sorry Suzanne. Dear Eloise, Windy…
The history of pop/rock music is filled with love songs, which are filled with girls, women, and ladies. I love those songs; there is something very sweet about those songs. They have nothing to do with me, of course, but the feeling encapsulated in them is more or less universal, and their insignificant but genuine and personal confessions touch me and always make me smile.
But where are the males? Most of those songs about girls seem to be from the 1960s or the 1970s. The trend of boys singing about girls in the male-oriented music industry is understandable as during the 60s and 70s homosexuality was not popular. Female singers do not have that many love songs directly addressing a particular male individual during this time period either. Yet, today there are considerable numbers of openly gay musicians. However, you still do not see songs about their boyfriends or the men about whom they fantasize. I am talking about love songs, not songs by the likes of Bing Crosby, Jonathan David, or Sloop John B, which do not feel like one of these pop songs.
I may be wrong, but this is what I feel.
Recently, I read a New York Times article about how a scene of two men kissing in public still can cause a minor disturbance. That may not be relevant here but what I wanted to say was that there are some things that were forgotten, which may be insignificant but still, it is strange.