After having spent some time talking about music on, surprisingly enough, the Music Thread tonight I finally turned my attention to the telly-box again to see what was on.
T in the park was on BBC2 and having attended that particular Scottish festival in the past (1999 and 2000), I tuned in, in the full knowledge that there would be a load of new bands I'd never heard of plying their wares, but thought there would be enough "older music" to keep me interested - I saw Joe Strummer play live not long before he croaked back in '99.
Anyroad, as I tuned in, The Pixies were on stage.
Get in!
Frank Black was a cool icon back in my day and Debaser was always a show-stopper in Student Ritzy's back in the late 80's.
Imagine how disappointed I was to see Mr Black (not even his real name, the twat) mumbling through the lyrics, whilst the rest of the band (average age about twenty five) tried to look like they gave a shit.
I saw The Pixies in 1989 and they were fucking brilliant.
Back then, it was the people who wrote the songs playing them and they cared about how their music sounded live.
Unlike today when it's more about Fat Frank making a few bob.
The Pixies aren't alone in this, there's a whole industry built around cashing in on nostalgia and stupid kids who've heard a band's name and think they'll look cool to their mates if they can say they've seen them live.
My sister saw The New York Dolls at Old Trafford a few years back supporting somebody (no idea who but I bet they were shit 'cos her musical taste has always been clueless) and she said it was frankly embarrassing......but she could always say she'd seen them live and I hadn't.
I said, fuck me, I was 3 when Jet Boy came out and you were -2 for fuck's sake!
I said "How did Johnny Thunders look?" and she just looked at me blankly and said "Yeah....good."
Point proven.
Listen Muso's.....you've made yer money. Stop dragging it out. You have already got that beach house in Malibu that you wanted, so how much more do you want?
You have a legacy to protect and some of us would prefer to remember you as you were, so stop agreeing to do these cash-generating tours for the record companies.
Pissed up rant over, time for bed.
T in the park was on BBC2 and having attended that particular Scottish festival in the past (1999 and 2000), I tuned in, in the full knowledge that there would be a load of new bands I'd never heard of plying their wares, but thought there would be enough "older music" to keep me interested - I saw Joe Strummer play live not long before he croaked back in '99.
Anyroad, as I tuned in, The Pixies were on stage.
Get in!
Frank Black was a cool icon back in my day and Debaser was always a show-stopper in Student Ritzy's back in the late 80's.
Imagine how disappointed I was to see Mr Black (not even his real name, the twat) mumbling through the lyrics, whilst the rest of the band (average age about twenty five) tried to look like they gave a shit.
I saw The Pixies in 1989 and they were fucking brilliant.
Back then, it was the people who wrote the songs playing them and they cared about how their music sounded live.
Unlike today when it's more about Fat Frank making a few bob.
The Pixies aren't alone in this, there's a whole industry built around cashing in on nostalgia and stupid kids who've heard a band's name and think they'll look cool to their mates if they can say they've seen them live.
My sister saw The New York Dolls at Old Trafford a few years back supporting somebody (no idea who but I bet they were shit 'cos her musical taste has always been clueless) and she said it was frankly embarrassing......but she could always say she'd seen them live and I hadn't.
I said, fuck me, I was 3 when Jet Boy came out and you were -2 for fuck's sake!
I said "How did Johnny Thunders look?" and she just looked at me blankly and said "Yeah....good."
Point proven.
Listen Muso's.....you've made yer money. Stop dragging it out. You have already got that beach house in Malibu that you wanted, so how much more do you want?
You have a legacy to protect and some of us would prefer to remember you as you were, so stop agreeing to do these cash-generating tours for the record companies.
Pissed up rant over, time for bed.