Once upon a time, before many of you were born, in the late sixties and early seventies, we went to each other’s houses to play records that had us asking…HOW DID THEY COME UP WITH THIS?
That was not only the essence of Frank Zappa, but Yes and so many trailblazers.
But today everybody’s fighting to be second. YOU innovate, I’ll follow in the path you’ve created.
But was there ever a credible, never mind successful, follower of Alanis Morissette?
“Jagged Little Pill” was so damn honest. Giving head in a theatre? Did that really happen?
But today’s music is safe, just like the playgrounds with rubber mats where the monkey bars have been removed. God forbid little Johnny falls and cries. That would be a disaster!
So after agreeing to be Christoph Waltz’s valet, Jamie Foxx emerges in a shiny blue suit straight from the court of Louis XVI, and over the speakers you here…
JIM CROCE’S “I GOTTA NAME”!
Talk about cognitive dissonance. It’s 1858 and you’re playing a song from the 1970s?