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The Sydney Morning Herald's Heckler section - the place where readers can get their own exciting column published - today published this hysterical rant against the Rolling Stones' upcoming tour.
The author - some knob by the name of Henry Everingham - does a depressingly familiar Rock Writer riff - raging against people choosing for themselves what they want to listen to rather than adopting the correct cultural pose. In other words, complain about everything other than the reason people would attend a Stones show: the music.....
No, but what the fuck is it to you, dickface? My money, my choice. And you seem terribly worried about how old and popular they are, rather than focusing on the only question that matters - are they any good?
And go and read Henry's next two endless, raving paragraphs. I think they had something to do with media hype, and lots of angry bluster about old geezers. Again, not a heck of a lot about whether or not the music is worthwhile.
And here I was thinking this was about people going to watch a rock-n-roll show. But no - this is about image. The trap of the sanctimonious rock writer - the real talent and musicians of integrity vs. the terror of people using their own money to watch an old, bloated corporate rock band.
Henry is probably the kind of guy who reads lots of books & Masters dissertations about Kurt Cobain, the iconic real rock n' roll rebel who wrote maybe six good songs, made millions of dollars, then basically whinged non-stop about the horrors of popularity and large bank accounts before doing us all a favour and blowing his own head off.
Nirvana may have been
the most overrated band in rock history. One promising initial release,
then the good-but-not-that-great nevermind, then the utterly godawful
In Utero. Then Cobain gives himself the finger. So, one album worth
of good material and a lot of tedious hypocritical pronouncements about
rebellious rock-n-roll romanticism before committing suicide is enough
to ensure years of dewy-eyed worship from overgrown teenagers who seriously
need to get themselves a life.
Being a Cobain worshipper
though - either then or now - was your ticket to oh-so-righteous street-cred
and hipsterism. In other words, the listening to shit music made by sanctimonious
dickheads for the sake of pose value. Makes you wonder which crowd
is truly the mindless sheep, eh Henry?
The Good Professor
has a bunch
of fine posts about the SIEV-X affair (you know, the foreign unseaworthy
people-smugglers' boat that sank in foreign waters and yet was somehow
the fault of the Australian government)
Andrea Harris has
very entertaining kick in the gonads to raving socialist headcase
Jonathan Neale and his howler
of an article What would a socialist society be like? It's
simply frightening a grown man is capable of such uttery infantile ideas.
Thankfully, Andrea saves me the effort of ripping this loony a new one.
My answer is no.
Though it'd be funny
to stick them on the helmet of some tough-guy Harley wankers.
Stephen Dawson (fellow Canberra libertarian and my designated driver last friday) offers some comments.............
I agree with this.
I still think it worth a try if it gives pause to some islamoloony intent
on harm. Let's make the bastards sweat a little at least.....
If you haven't seen
it already, check out the "best of" Margot Kingston's nonsensical
babblings, as provided by Tim Blair. The fact that this dingbat can
keep paid employment at The Sydney Morning Herald pretty much tells you
everything you need to know about that newspaper.