I always felt I was born at the wrong time. I don't appreciate anything that Gen X (my generation) has accomplished, to the hubris of the 60's generation. I'm too far removed from generation Y to care. But when I put on records from they hay days of rock 'n roll (by hay day I mean whenever new ideas were being put forth) I wish I could go back in time.
Whether it was Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry, Dick Dale, Link Wray, The Yardbirds, The Sonics, Rolling Stones, The Beatles, The Who, T-Rex, Thin Lizzy, Slade, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Mountain, Deep Purple, David Bowie, Iggy and the Stooges, MC5, The Ramones, The Dead Boys, The Dictators, The Real Kids, Television, Bauhaus, Joy Division.....I could go on and on and bore you to death but I think you get the point.
It just seems that rock music today pales in comparison to pre-90's music. In fact, I think the 90's is where it all started to go wrong. A lot of new bands were doing new things in the early 90's, and at first it was really exciting! But before we knew it, MTV had packaged and processed the whole thing to death and now we have the milk toast that infests the music scene today.
Sure, there are a few stand out bands (none come to mind at the moment) but for the most part newer generations are being force fed paler versions of the same music. Copies of copies if you will.
And can you point to me any real personalities in music today. I can't think of any! I remember thinking that Alice Cooper was some dark ringmaster in the circus of Rock and Roll, and Ozzy Osbourne was a creepy cult leader who ate live bats and pissed on American landmarks. But no Alice Cooper is a normal guy who plays golf and Ozzy's myth was busted by his reality show. I want my rock stars to be larger than life and a little dangerous!
I want rock critics who are interested in giving honest critiques instead of the fluff you read in Rolling Stone (the most bland music magazine ever). I guess we need a new Creem magazine and a new Lester Bangs to keep the music industry on it's toes instead of being content to lap up all the swill that they send us.
I can dream...