As you read this, YouTube is shaping the future of the music industry. Somewhere, sitting on a Disney bedspread and munching on some brand of neon, processed American "nourishment," there is a seven-year-old child surfing YouTube and dreaming of being a rock star.
The 'Tube is taking place of the tube.
It's certainly not news that we're turning away from television and toward the Internet -- but how will that affect the iconic musicians of The Future? There are exponentially more resources available to each new generation. Can you imagine if Jimi Hendrix had lived in the '00s? (Or even past age 27?)
For the sake of The Future -- that is, the amorphous but finite stretch of time ahead until we club the planet over its metaphorical head and drag it into the depths of hell, summarily wiping out the human race (all inevitable) -- I hope the kids in the footie pajamas are idolizing guys like Jack White.
We're due for some new prodigies soon. And Justin Bieber definitely doesn't count.
On a personal note, it appears my Weezer era is drawing to a close, in favor of my blues rock era. Don't worry, Rivers. I'll be back.
The babbling just kills me.
Also, check out the hair on Rivers. So 1994. Maybe it's the geek chic thing, but I definitely prefer his current look.
A couple weekends ago I saw Weezer at the Aragon with my friend Laura. I've been completely obsessed ever since, particularly with this song (off the Pinkerton album, which they played in full when I saw them) and video. Happy Friday!
I love the moment around 2:15 when they've been going double-time and then they HIT IT and go halftime again. Every time it happens, no matter where I am -- sitting at my desk, on the el, on the treadmill -- I have to stop and do a little head bang dance.
Also, I will boldly* declare here, in print, on this blog, on the Internet, which means it's forever, that the Aragon is the best music venue in the country. Dare to argue?
* GET IT?
