There are few delights in reaching this age – except for one’s musical heritage.
We Baby Boomers can look back with pride on the Beatles, the Stones, the Floyd – helmed by Syd Barrett – plus Hendrix, Dusty, Sandie, Cilla, Shirley and Thomas The Jones, to name just a few. And fifty years on, many of them are still with us and some continue to perform (they HAVE to – the Sixties record companies glommed all their MONEY).
Oh, yes – I am a Child Of The Sixties.
But for others, the past is an EMBARRASSMENT.
The music of the Fifties was NOT Rock ‘N’ Roll. Sadly, in those days, the record companies and radio stations were run by old men who force-fed the Rockers with a diet of MOR. The airwaves were filled with the sounds of Miki & Griff, Doris Day, Mitch Miller and Max Bygraves.
If you wanted to hear Elvis, Bill Haley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry and Little Richard, you had to find a CAFE with a JUKEBOX.
The Seventies were not much better. The first half was dominated by “Glam Rock” – Gary Glitter, the Bay City Wankers and various DJs, most of whom are now subjects of “Operation Yewtree” – while the latter half was mired in “Punk Rock” – less a style of music than an ANTI-style of FASHION.
Had it not been for Eric Clapton, Abba, the Floyd – now led by Roger Waters – and Disco, the whole decade would have been a tragedy.
Even Pop’s Last Hurrah – the Eighties – had its sillies. Whilst the Children Of The Seventies would prefer to block out the memory of those Scottish excrescences, the afore-mentioned Bay City Wankers (sorry, Rollers) the Children Of The Eighties have Five Star – a hideous bunch of Essex Girls and Boys who were legends in their own minds.
And like the Wankers, they pissed away their money (after the Sixties, Pop stars got LAWYERS) and are now long forgotten.
As for the Nineties – one is hard pressed to remember ANY artist from that decade. At least the Floyd were still happening – finally driven by Dave Gilmour.
While all the Noughties had (at its end) was the Bieber. It is instructive (as Holmes would have said) that like Margaret Thatcher – the best impression of him was delivered by someone of the opposite GENDER.
And THIS decade? Well, the Bieber is still going – now featuring a new hairdo.
Little wonder that the fan-mail (oh, alright – feedback) on my YouTube classic Pop music postings is dominated by young people all asking the same thing: why is MY Pop music crap – compared to YOURS?
So while I can no longer focus, or rise from a chair quickly – and have to get up three times a night to take a piss – at least I can console myself with the thought that while today’s youth can only listen to great music on their iPads – I was THERE.
Oh, and while I am in smug mode – I gather said Bieber has forty million Twatter followers. Well, I currently have nearly EIGHTY million followers on YouTube – for music that was made before he was BORN – and has been remembered for a HELL of a lot longer than HIS will be. So THERE.
Baby, baby… BOLLOCKS!