I listened to the radio for the first time in a long time over the weekend. I made a point to step out of my comfort area of classic rock and try something contemporary.
Which is kind of like . . .
And nobody is excited about that. It got me to thinking, was I becoming one of those people who believe that good music stopped being made after their own generation? Have I, at least in a musical sense, become just like that old man in a bar who goes on about how things were much better in his day?
And was relieved that I remembered how mediocre popular music was when I was growing up, too. All of which makes me recall something my good friend Mike Carter once said to me, that there are two kinds of music lovers: music whores and music nazis. Mike was a self-described music whore. If you put it on the radio, he tended to find something to like about it. Me, I suppose I’m the music nazi, the kind of person who believes that certain music meets the acceptable love standard, and all the rest are crap.
Charlie Chaplin was a notorious music nazi.
I guess there’s something to be said for each side of the argument. But no one will ever convince me that buying a Right Said Fred album is not a complete and utter waste of my hard-earned money.
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