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talix18: mercurypdx: So do I. (via Cat and Girl) I can’t place the first one. It’s the Jackson Five’s “ABC” All this “end of the monoculture” stuff reminds me (and others, apparently) of the Lester Bangs piece “Where Were You When Elvis Died?” which among other things laments the fragmentation of culture and the audience for music..and that was some thirty years before this, so the effect is even more pronounced now. Nobody in music can hold sway over such a large segment of the population anymore; most people quickly learn to hate anything popular, and the more obscure your tastes, the better. Anyway, here’s the article: Where Were You When Elvis Died? If love truly is going out of fashion forever, which I do not believe, then along with our nurtured indifference to each other will be an even more contemptuous indifference to each other’s objects of reverence. I thought it was Iggy Stooge, you thought it was Joni Mitchell or whoever else seemed to speak for your own private, entirely circumscribed situation’s many pains and few ecstasies. We will continue to fragment in this manner, because solipsism holds all the cards at present: it is a king whose domain engulfs even Elvis’. But I guarantee you one thing: WE WILL NEVER AGAIN AGREE ON ANYTHING AS WE AGREED ON ELVIS. So I won’t bother saying good-bye to his corpse. I will say good-bye to you.

talix18:

mercurypdx:

So do I.

(via Cat and Girl)

I can’t place the first one.

It’s the Jackson Five’s “ABC”

All this “end of the monoculture” stuff reminds me (and others, apparently) of the Lester Bangs piece “Where Were You When Elvis Died?” which among other things laments the fragmentation of culture and the audience for music..and that was some thirty years before this, so the effect is even more pronounced now. Nobody in music can hold sway over such a large segment of the population anymore; most people quickly learn to hate anything popular, and the more obscure your tastes, the better.

Anyway, here’s the article: Where Were You When Elvis Died?

If love truly is going out of fashion forever, which I do not believe, then along with our nurtured indifference to each other will be an even more contemptuous indifference to each other’s objects of reverence. I thought it was Iggy Stooge, you thought it was Joni Mitchell or whoever else seemed to speak for your own private, entirely circumscribed situation’s many pains and few ecstasies. We will continue to fragment in this manner, because solipsism holds all the cards at present: it is a king whose domain engulfs even Elvis’. But I guarantee you one thing: WE WILL NEVER AGAIN AGREE ON ANYTHING AS WE AGREED ON ELVIS. So I won’t bother saying good-bye to his corpse. I will say good-bye to you.