Musical Stylings and Advice for Young Boys and Girls in the Ghetto Underclass and Elsewhere: "How Can I tell My Mom & Dad" by the Lovelites

I was talking to Daryl, the local Bar Louie sage, and my personal music autodidact walking musical compendium last week. He was all upset. The mess here in Chicago with all of the violence, degenerate youth culture, and his sense that things have gone off the proverbial rail, had him expounding the life wisdom offered up by songs from "the good old days."

I like Daryl a great deal. I always learn something about music--and his hobby of collecting radios and vacuum tube technology, as well as his anger towards how the men on the Maury show do not take care of kids who are not theirs--when we chat. His solution to the various problems of social disorder we discussed over 1 dollar hamburgers was that all the local radio stations in Chicago should switch formats and play songs such as "How Can I tell My Mom & Dad" by the Lovelites.

Sounds like a Boondocks episode to me.

I do not believe that cautionary tales put to song and music about youth promiscuity would solve the social problems caused (and reflected) by ghetto underclass culture, out of wedlock births, and broken homes.

Yet, I am willing to consider that perhaps we do need a new set of propaganda taste makers who are offering up something other than Chief Keef, Trey Songz, and their kind.

We have fun with music here on WARN. Any classic RnB or quiet storm classics that were cautionary tales, now especially well-suited for our perilous times? Alternatively, do you have any Blues or Motown songs which were actually pretty illicit and lurid, but that went under the radar, all stealthy and such?

One nominee--Long John Blues by Dinah Washington: