Fittingly it was left to a radio network, NPR, to declare the End of Pop Music. From a tweet on Twitter I learned that NPR had declared the obvious song, by a female rapper, as the Song of the Year. (link)
In this, NPR did not err. The song was the only song in 2020. There were no other songs.
There have barely been songs for years, but this year Pop Music reached an unprecedented bottoming-out in the form of the most vulgar, taboo-breaking finale explosion possible (lyrics [warning strong vulgarity]).
Pop Music had already succumbed to the moribund disease of lack of fundamental sexual energy, which is what has always driven it.
The entire canon of Pop Music, which could legitimately have included thousand of titles by 1992, has taken in less than two dozen new songs since the turn of Millennium. The last legitimate inclusion was in 2014. In the end hardly anyone noticed when it died. I think that it will not include any others.
Pop stars will continue to exist, playing themselves in the Reality Drama of social media, etc. They will continue to emote in the most uncreative ways, that make one doubt one's judgment in having ever considered them to be creative.
Pop Music, however, is done. There can be no recovery from this song. Pop Music cannot ever come back, because the taboo-breakers will never have it. The only way out now is complete repudiation of Pop Music, which is what will happen.
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