I Can't Hear the Music

I'm not going to lie. When i look at the music charts today, i am actually scared that the songs on it were written by their producers' ten year old children after they gave them 'the talk.' Does anyone out there actually know how to write about anything other than crack or banging prostitutes?
I want to know what happened to any decent, well written music these days. When I turn on my radio, i don't want Fiddy Cent moaning about how he doesn't have enough cars/girls in his life. Actually, I don't feel like devoting my time or money to anyone who names themself after how much they spend on music lessons.
But the thing that incenses me even more than Michael Jackson's accent? Michael Jackson. Oh, and also how pop singers plant their names on a record and make silly amounts of money to rival Bill Gate's postman's tips, while the session musicians and writters get a tiny fraction of this, and get almost no recognition, unless they happen to be the President of the United freaking States. And that would just be silly. Wouldn't it?
These days, followers of actual bands (i don't use that term lightly; anyone who mentions indie will have their kneecaps blown off) are getting scarce, the term 'mosh pit' all but almost forgotten and metalheads are treated like one could, at any moment, turn up at your door and eat your children.
There is no respect for the true musicians nowadays, those who slave for months/years on end in isolated recording studios to bring fans and dedicated followers a little beauty to their lives, only to be trumped by some blonde who sells records through airbrushed photos and leaked sex tapes.
So i give a heartfelt R.I.P to Mr Hendrix, and i hope he is waiting at the gates with a pickaxe for Gary Glitter when somebody finally finds him.