As McCartney chants those infamous words, ‘Hey, Jude,’ to my auto piloted, Monday morning body, Miley Cyrus is pounding at the door of my right ear, begging to show off those new moves and words she’s recently picked up in her new song.

Well, good morning to you too, North Penn.

My headphones lose their appeal, and putting them away, I see the girl who had cranked up hers so that everyone in K-pod could be as lucky as I was in getting a second alarm. She turned the corner and proceeded to first period, unbothered.

I observed, standing there, two things; the music entering her ears, and the music that was entering mine. And I realized that I was the alien, the stranger in the crowd. I am in the one who has surrounded myself in the music of the old days, the classic rock and the mid-century pop. But I’m proud of it.

Ever since I could recall, the Beatles were playing in my dad’s car, or at the grandparents’ parties. Frank Sinatra and Bruce Springsteen were making their way through my childhood memories. The classics were infused with me forever.

As I got older, and was exposed to the Chris Brown singles or Kanye West albums, I adapted to the new styles and trends, allowing some of that to enter my internal airwaves.

There is nothing wrong with anything in moderation, one being the type of music someone tunes into every day. And this is where I make my point. It isn’t healthy to inundate oneself with the obscene, vulgar music videos and lyrics of the pop and rap music today. I very recently watched Miley Cyrus’s new music video for her song, “Wrecking Ball”. I realize she acts as my scapegoat for today’s music, but she is a perfect example of what kids see and hear when they turn on TV and iTunes; a Disney star gone AWOL.

She’s writing songs that are pushing, if not, already crossing, the boundaries of music itself. It’s not becoming music anymore, but an onslaught of “what did I just see and hear?”

And she is not the single culprit. Jay-Z’s new album, “Magna Carta” has made it big on the charts, hitting number one. It is a well composed album, I do have to say. But amidst the heavy beats and numerous featured artists, what do we hear? Every line being shot to pieces with unnecessary F-bombs, one after the other.

It may come across that I have a grudge against modern music, but I truthfully don’t. In fact, I listen to half the music on the top charts. The only problem I have with it is the message that it’s portraying and the artists promoting the surge of insensitive morals. This is my tie back to the classic age of music.

If you sit down and listen to a Beatles song, you will find that that you become enthralled in the energy they resonate in their songs. While listening to a Bob Dylan song, you feel like you’re listening to poetry instead of music. Turn on any Dean Martin song and find yourself swaying to his voice and entertained by the words. And any Rolling Stones recording will certainly leave you playing air guitar in public.

But the most intriguing thing about all these artists is that they rarely felt the need to use offensive vocabulary or themes, while still being as popular as artists today.

I’ve stood atop my soapbox for a while now, realizing I probably will not change many habits kids have today. However, the music of the past is something that should not be overlooked, and I do give credit to the kids who appreciate it. Being a well-rounded music listener is for sure something to be proud of. And, hey, if I can get one person to listen to something new, then my job’s accomplished.

So I guess I’ll put my ear buds in for one last song before the bell rings. I have a choice, however; Elvis or Macklemore? It’s going to be tough…