About two years ago, I unwittingly joined a select band of uploaders, posting the gems from my extensive record, audio/video-tape and disk collection onto YouTube.
And so today, almost ALL of the Pop records, Pop Videos and classic TV clips one could ever desire to see and/or hear – are THERE.
But with this philanthropic gesture, has come an unexpected “bonus” – FANMAIL!
At first, I figured I had created a rod for my own back – my sixty thousand hits per day generate around sixty COMMENTS a day.
Of course, one could just IGNORE them and periodically count one’s HITS (around seventeen MILLION thus far) – but if one did, one would miss SO MUCH.
The most REWARDING comments come from friends, relatives and associates of those one has uploaded – occasionally even the artists THEMSELVES.
But the two most COMMON types of comment are…
(1) “THANKS for uploading [a clip] – I’ve been looking for it for YEARS” (which was how I STARTED this journey – thanks to early uploaders, I quickly managed to fill my wish-list of obscure pieces, some of which I had been after for literally half a CENTURY).
(2) “DAMN, I was born in the wrong era.”
Yes, the TITLE of this monograph comes up time and AGAIN.
And it got me thinking: I have always BELIEVED that as a Child Of The Sixties, I WAS born at the right time…
The Twenties were fun if you were RICH – and one of the Bright Young Things. But if not, the only chance you got to hear the music of that time was out of old tin boxes that played MECHANICALLY-recorded discs – which sounded AWFUL.
Then along came the Thirties – the Art Deco era. But unfortunately, for most people, it was accompanied by The DEPRESSION.
And once THAT began to recede, along came the Forties – and WORLD WAR TWO.
Even the Fifties – with its glamour and Rock ‘N’ Roll – were not a great time to be young. Thanks to post-war austerity, the MAINSTREAM form of entertainment – was M.O.R.
It was not until the SWINGIN’ SIXTIES that the YOUNG finally got to EXPRESS themselves – and The System began to ACCOMMODATE them.
And even though the Seventies was a time of strife and mass unemployment (which is still with us) the downbeat Punk era was balanced by DISCO.
Then, in the Eighties – the songwriters having run out of original melodies – Pop music turned to TECHNOLOGY. The new synthesizers (and MIDI) allowed them to create complex rhythms and chord-changes that fuelled a “mini-Sixties”.
And when, in the Nineties, this revolution went the way of all Pop phases: DANCE – in the form of ready-mixed TRANCE Anthems – filled the void.
But after the Millennium, even THIS faded into remixes and chillouts. Trance CONTINUED – but only as a “specialist” genre. Mainstream Pop music was now DEAD.
And so, as today’s Young look around them, what do they see? The “Pop” served up for THEM – is CRAP.
At first, it was lame covers of former hits which – when their parents played them the ORIGINALS – they realised was just a cynical ploy to part them from their MONEY.
Then American Hip-Hop and Rap crossed into the mainsteam arena – but it had NOTHING to say to anyone outside of the culture from which it had emerged.
And finally, today – ZIP, ZILCH, NADA.
No WONDER I get THOUSANDS of comments on my Pop classics saying the same thing – “DAMN, I was born in the wrong era.”
At least for me personally, now I am approaching SIXTY and getting OLD and TIRED, the knowledge that I WAS THERE for the Beatles, the Stones, Dusty Springfield, Jimi Hendrix, Pink Floyd, Carpenters, Abba, Madonna, Michael Jackson, Pet Shop Boys and ALL of the classic works by George Martin, Ivor Raymonde, Phil Spector, Quincy Jones, Giorgio Moroder, Stock/Aitken/Waterman, Trevor Horn, Ferry Corsten, Paul van Dyke, Paul Oakenfold and Armin van Buuren…
…is more than a little COMPENSATION!