Friday, January 11, 2008

Nothing to see here. Keep moving, please. Keep moving....

I hope no one was offended by, or concerned over, my blunt response to kevlang in the next-to-last post's comment section. It's what happens when I'm on oral Prednisone and someone gives me a hard time. I probably would have said something more pithy and amusing were I in a Prednisone-free state.

I don't have a lot of patience for anyone who goes into meltdown mode because another human dares to criticize his favorite artist. That kind of temperament needs to be left behind with junior high. It seems that I have no right to dislike John Lennon in kev's world. So be it, but I don't deserve to be compared to kev's Uncle Edwin Elmer, who "said computers would never last just like that rock and roll music." Yes, I know, kev--I'm behind the times. And it took you how long to figure that out? All of the 1909 78s might have been a clue.

Like most people who seek wisdom via media-provided stereotypes, kev draws comically broad conclusions. He decides that my reasons for disliking Imagine aren't what I say they are (hypocritical, vapid, greeting-card-level lyrics). Rather, it's that John Lennon's astonishingly original vision of a world that "lives as one" is non-Christian in my book. Oh, sure--nothing like that shows up in the Bible. Well, unless you read it.

Anyway, conservative believers don't sound like me at all, and they sure as heck don't plan to vote for Hillary, as I do. Let's be real.

The bottom line is, I don't like the song. It's my right. One is allowed to not like Imagine or even the solo John Lennon himself without the dang Conformity Cops kicking in the door. I thought Boomers were supposed to--I don't know--reject such police states, not maintain them.

Keep in mind I don't know kev's generation. Or that of most of the folks who post here. But the worldview we're talking about is purely Boomer-era.

Yes, I like grandma and grandpa music. I'm the Boomer-era exception who believes in showing some respect for the pop culture of my elders, of not joining the ritual of ridicule that has evolved around anything and everything non-rock. It seems blatantly obvious to me that when we buy into rock as a brand, we're providing free advertising to the industry that profits from it. We become the most pliable, obedient kinds of consumers. And all in the guise of being counterculture rebels!

The pop music industry turned rebellion into a product approximately the moment it got its paws on Elvis. So we're talking about news as old as, well, me. That, 50 years on, so few people seem to realize that rock is a product and not a lifestyle or stance--well, it's just amazing. Let's leave it at that.

This is the Internet ("No kidding!" you say?), which means that any and all ideas presented in its midst are likely to be judged in terms of fashionable or unfashionable--forget true or false!

T or F is so pre-1970. No critical thinking allowed, in other words. Either go with the ideas pre-packaged as new and hip, or prepare to be mocked. But the Internet will evolve beyond that point. When, I dunno. In fact, it probably already has. We're in the popular entertainment sector thereof, so we might be the last to catch up with progress. We're the Ohio of the 'Net, terrified to take the first step, even when the need for that step is desperately obvious.

Anyway, hopefully I'll provide no more outbursts of that nature. And kev did make my week.

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Everybody say "Awwwwwwwww...."















Lily and Sneaky are buddies. You can probably tell that.

Awwwwwwwwwwwww... City, U.S.A.



Lee