Musings —04.18.2013 03:35 PM—
“I’m so exhausted by this generation of watered-down, vaguely 60’s or vaguely folk, mid-tempo, non-offensive, cutesy indie music. When I was 16 or 22 I wanted to break shit. I was pissed off at an unjust world, at the indignities of high school, at my parents, at that ever-present dude who grabbed my ass at rock shows (I’m still pissed off at that dude, by the way). I don’t get it, these kids grew up in a post 911, Patriot Act world where they will likely never make as much money as their parents or pay off their student debt and yet all they want to do is grow a beard, play the banjo, and hold hands. What the fuck?”
My kids, and Lala, have been hearing me ranting on this subject for months, particularly after I stumble across the somnambulistic dreck that dominates at places like Alt Nation on Sirius XM:
“DON’T THESE KIDS HAVE PASSION ABOUT ANYTHING? DON’T THEY GET MAD ABOUT ANYTHING? DO THEY ALWAYS HAVE TO SOUND SO FUCKING BLASE AND BLAND AND BORING? P.S., WHILE WE’RE ON THE SUBJECT, HAVEN’T THEY EVER CONSIDERED IT WORTHWHILE TO HAVE DRUMS ON THEIR SONGS? MY GOD MY GOD THEY ARE DESTROYING MY SOUL!”
Seriously, I actually go on like that.
Anyway, when the likes of XX or Death Cab or (the aptly-monikered) Tame Impala are among the biggest bands in the world, it tells me that popular music has become BORING AND SHITTY again, and that we are in need of a great big cultural enema.
It tells me, in fact, we need something like this again: