The Death of Rock'n'Roll

When I was a pubescent youngster rock'n'roll was the unearthed treasure that made me feel like my life had just begun. This forbidden fruit ranked second only behind my discovery of sex. It discussed my affairs, my loves, and aired my hopes and dreams, as it connected me to my peers and separated me from an older generation. We've all been told:"turn down that racket!" As I matured along with my music, its messages stayed direct, fresh and honest. Even as it roared from the underground, it was personal; I could not imagine my father whistling "You Can't Always Get What You Want" nor did the bank president hum "All Along the Watchtower". Today's air waves bear a pale resemblance to the musical evolution of the past.

Rock'n'roll doesn't exist anymore. Sure people are playing rock from every era, and musicians are producing their idea of what rock'n'roll should be. But, the epitome of rock music, the explosive sensation of sound, youth, and fury has become a part of history. Today we are left with music that duplicates or fits into already tried and established forms. Is this representative of the first decade of this new millennium?