Don't you know who I think I was?
I haven't stressed enough: The Replacements are "reuniting". They're coming out with two new songs in a "best of" album, plus a boxed set soon. Only thing left is for someone to resurrect Bob Stinson. Am I dreaming? If so, I'm dreaming of a post-punk utopia.
You know that I've been complaining about the present music scene. Alia once said perhaps I'm just looking in the wrong places and maybe that IS so, but I look at it as if the problem lies in the mainstream. I whine, bitch and bemoan about it and isn't that sickening? I don't know how to stop and I wish I would. But how could I when THIS is the "music of today"? It's a little sad, really. Just imagine how everyone's going to remember early 21st century music -- a bunch of fancy David Cassidys and a scatter of pop wannabes gone bad.
I also hate this conviction I have that present black pop is driving me away from appreciating its incredible roots. I don't even know, really. I know rap is a young sect, but I've come to realize that the pioneers, man...James Brown, Otis Redding, Ray Charles, Frankie freaking-Lymon...can they be blamed for "dirty-mouthed songs"? I think not. R&B is still alive although not so sure if it's still kicking, but punk and rock music which also evolved from them still exists, as confused as it is. I wonder if in another dimension, music has taken a different course. The "pioneers"...few people appreciate them (save for some who put one or two on their MySpace or Friendsters to give themselves a bit of cred) but they've contributed so much and I want to learn all about it and its progression but how can you have an interest for something that's nearly dead? Halfway through Michael Jackson you'll have to start taking anti-depressants for the sheer devolution of it all.
I'm not saying rock is the answer. Hell, there sure are a lot of bad punk music out there. I want something more...something that's truly a wake-up call. A refreshing act, if you may. I turn on the radio and speed through it with hopes of finding something worth listening to. Sure, you catch some good stuff but they're mostly ADD music. It's shit. I begin entertaining thoughts of blowing up MTV for showing us these folks. Music is meant to be heard and not seen. Now look what's happened!
I'm not saying The 'Mats are gods either. In fact, they're the opposite of whatever godly symbolism there is existing in your head right now. But you know what? Sometimes, that's just what you need.
...what the hell is Current Location? Like, should I say "bedroom", "coffee shop", "office"...or even "post-punk utopia"?
You know that I've been complaining about the present music scene. Alia once said perhaps I'm just looking in the wrong places and maybe that IS so, but I look at it as if the problem lies in the mainstream. I whine, bitch and bemoan about it and isn't that sickening? I don't know how to stop and I wish I would. But how could I when THIS is the "music of today"? It's a little sad, really. Just imagine how everyone's going to remember early 21st century music -- a bunch of fancy David Cassidys and a scatter of pop wannabes gone bad.
I also hate this conviction I have that present black pop is driving me away from appreciating its incredible roots. I don't even know, really. I know rap is a young sect, but I've come to realize that the pioneers, man...James Brown, Otis Redding, Ray Charles, Frankie freaking-Lymon...can they be blamed for "dirty-mouthed songs"? I think not. R&B is still alive although not so sure if it's still kicking, but punk and rock music which also evolved from them still exists, as confused as it is. I wonder if in another dimension, music has taken a different course. The "pioneers"...few people appreciate them (save for some who put one or two on their MySpace or Friendsters to give themselves a bit of cred) but they've contributed so much and I want to learn all about it and its progression but how can you have an interest for something that's nearly dead? Halfway through Michael Jackson you'll have to start taking anti-depressants for the sheer devolution of it all.
I'm not saying rock is the answer. Hell, there sure are a lot of bad punk music out there. I want something more...something that's truly a wake-up call. A refreshing act, if you may. I turn on the radio and speed through it with hopes of finding something worth listening to. Sure, you catch some good stuff but they're mostly ADD music. It's shit. I begin entertaining thoughts of blowing up MTV for showing us these folks. Music is meant to be heard and not seen. Now look what's happened!
I'm not saying The 'Mats are gods either. In fact, they're the opposite of whatever godly symbolism there is existing in your head right now. But you know what? Sometimes, that's just what you need.
...what the hell is Current Location? Like, should I say "bedroom", "coffee shop", "office"...or even "post-punk utopia"?