Music

I asked a friend to write something for me for this page.

Val:
Can I ask you to write something for my web log? I asked D to write a review of the Neil Young concert you guys saw. I want to post something about some of our remaining living rock legends to counteract the sadness of the blogger community about the losses of Warren Zevon and Johnny Cash. But I am no good at writing reviews and I wouldn't even know who to write a review about except 1980's Billy Joel.

M:
You've already given my subject to D.

But that is good, because I don't want to write a review about the "last great American hero" (even though he is really Canadian, see Cameron Crowe in Rolling Stone about twenty years ago) and how he hasn't sold out like everyone else and how he is still making great music unlike everyone else from his generation and not recycling the same old shit for $75 per ticket; in other words stereotype myself as yet another old fart stuck in the past who believes "rock and roll can never die".

Read virtually every review of Neil Young published in the last year for other examples.

Rock and Roll is DEAD. We're in Atlantic City before the Neil Young concert and we're in the hotel room watching coverage of Tom Harkin's Steak Fry (real fun guys, huh?), and in between the speeches from the candidates, they're playing fucking Led Zeppelin. When the Levee Breaks, for Christ fucking sake.

Rock and roll is over other than being a nostalgic soundtrack for people who believed that the establishment (and how quaint does that sound now?) could be changed.

The sad part is all the people at that Democratic jerk-off who believe that somehow the playing of rock and roll music means that they have somehow "won" and found a party to embrace real change.

The blogger community should be sad. Warren Zevon and Johnny Cash are dead. And so is John Lennon. And he said it a long, long time ago - The dream is over.