A couple of things have made me write this today.
Kraftwerk and My Bloody Valentine are all over the place and am sure that’s all brilliant.
Last week I was speaking to an oldest and best friend who I rarely see. He was telling me about how his young son can now sing along to selected Iron Maiden songs, and an AC/DC one (Run to the Hills, The Prisoner, the Trouper, and You Shook Me All Night Long if I remember correctly).
I joked that he had become a classic rock reading guitar head, teaching his kids all the rock stuff. He replied that all the shellac, slint, and even smog/palace have too much swearing for the youngun. I was pleased that this little fella would soon graduate to better stuff, as soon as his head could deal with the swears.
I’ve long berated some folks and heard others make reference to the fact that those magazines like classic rock exist, and in fact the Mojos and Uncuts of this world have your Jimis and your Vans and your Bons on the front, as a result of this failure to fully embrace the new, and only to trust the old. (I went to see the Rolling Stones too and enjoyed it very much. They did play I think TWO (count em) new songs.)
I haven’t listened to the MBV record nor did I go to see Kraftwerk at the Tate. I saw some of Kraftwerk on telly and it looked a bit daft actually. Sounded lovely. I’ll go and take a listen to my records later.
My point is that although our new generation might think being cool, by returning to the cool stuff by our OWN ageing heroes. But there is BETTER stuff being made by these NEW ARTISTS who in turn have been influenced by all the same folks as we were, and then even MORE.
We are actually wilfully BECOMING older and grumpier by indulging all this vintage stuff when we could be encouraging and supporting new stuff.