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Okay, so, I take some issues with pretty much everything said here.
First of all, it’s bullshit nostalgia parasiting. It reeks of either “old person who doesn’t get what you kids are listening to get off my lawn” or “hipster desperate to prove they’re too good for this shit that’s popular.”
Secondly: Okay, let’s look at the Billboard Top 100 charts from, say, 1975, which seems like a good time for “real” artists, and 2005, right when that terrible shift towards “mediocrity” happened.
Fall Out Boy has taken a lot of flack for calling their new album “Save Rock and Roll.” In fact, the title combined with the actual sound of the album pretty much seems designed to draw comments from angry internet denizens screaming (paraphrasing many an amateur album review here) “THIS SUCKS IT’S NOT SAVING ROCK AND ROLL IT’S NOT EVEN ROCK AND ROLL WHY CAN’T YOU GUYS BE GOOD AGAIN?!?!”
The beauty of the internet is in the sharing of opinions, after all.
But in case anyone missed the tongue-in-cheek quality of the title, no, Fall Out Boy is not here to save rock and roll. And the message of the album isn’t that rock and roll needs saved.
Instead, it sounds more like rock and roll saved Fall Out Boy.
That artist and/or group you like will, hopefully, mature musically, experiment with their sound and put out songs that don’t sound exactly like their very first single. Songs which you may not like. Deal with it.
And if they don’t mature, hey, I’m not going to judge your taste in music, but. Um. Why would you want to keep buying the same album 8 or 9 times?
Point being: it’s closed-minded to deny the theory of musical evolution, ya fucks.