All Under Heaven

My Generation
by Karla on February 10th, 2010 // Filed Under → Uncategorized

People are always expecting the next Beatles, the next Morrison or at least the next 27-year-old Kurt Cobain but we constantly forget to actually look for them, we’ve never been able to appreciate music as it is and it’s only until we find out that Michael Jackson is dead that we start worrying and claiming that no other human being will be able to be like him, no other woman will be able to sing Janis’ tunes and there will never be another friendship like McCartney and Lennon’s.

Our parents are constantly reminding us that their music was better, that their tunes made actual sense and without agreeing, we agree with them, we don’t appreciate the essence of music and at the same time (and maybe because of all the media and globalization) we don’t allow musicians to grow into the new Dylan, Hendrix, Beethoven!, etc. With the constant bashing, the constant denying that our own generation can produce something as bright as those people were.

When the band makes happy, pop-ish music, and then tries to evolve into something different, perhaps a more classic sound, some serious tunes, they are bashed because they are too serious tunes.

When the band that usually makes sad, emotional songs, tries to make a bit brighter song, they are bashed because they’re becoming “poppy”.

All this rant came after an article I read about my favourite band. The author seemed eager to deny any sign of a bright legacy, writing stuff like:

There is no Lennon or McCartney, or better still Morrissey or Marr

And I don’t know what you guys get with this:

“to merely reconnect with the essence of rock.”

But I get the feeling that the “essence of rock” is not worth a reconnection, and if that is the case, I feel the need to go and wake up Kurt, Hendrix, Lennon, Jim and the others and fuck this bloke with a tremolo arm.

So why can’t we trust our generation?

I seriously believe that Lady Gaga can bring back the real Pop, that Alex Turner can become the next Bob Dylan, that Kasabian can write the next White Album, that Jack White is in the same path that Morrison once took and that John Williams is teaching a random kid that will eventually become the next Wolfgang Amadeus.

So breath for a minute and stop judging them and start trusting that maybe the next record will move masses and change everyone’s life.