There’s a new Facebook challenge going around that asks people to choose the 12 albums that have “stayed with you” over the years. I’m not sure what they mean by that exactly. “Stayed with you” like your dog does when you’ve got a half-eaten bean burrito sitting unattended on your plate while you remote control your way through 177 channels on your TV set looking for a Season 9 marathon of the ‘Simpsons’? Or “Stayed with you” like a bad one-night stand that turned into a three-year commitment, a shared bank account and pink throw pillows on the bed you’ve had since Middle School?
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JAIMIE VERNON – MUSIC BUCKET CHALLENGE
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags 10cc, 54.40, 999, Andrew Wyeth, Bob Segarini, Canadian Music, Chalk Circle, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Elvis, Forgotten Rebels, Godley & Creme, hipster, Hybrid Kids, Jaimie Vernon, Men Without Hats, microdot, Morgan Fisher, Mott the Hoople, Music Bucket Challenge, Orson, Rational Youth, THE ALARM, The Clash, The Crickets, The Enemy, The Ramones, The Sex Pistols, Tonio K., tribal, Vital Sines on February 27, 2016 by segariniJAIMIE VERNON – A NEW MUSIC WARDROBE
Posted in Opinion with tags AWOLNation, Big Wreck, Black Keys, Bob Segarini, Canadian Music, Classic Rock Magazine, Clutch, DBAWIS, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Jaimie Vernon, Monster Truck, Rival Sons, Sheepdogs, Taylor Swift, Terry Draper, The Enemy, The Respectables, The Rolling Stones, The Trews, The Who on May 17, 2014 by segariniI’ve done previous columns about the vacuous business that has become nostalgia-peddling so I have no interest in rehashing that…but I’m fascinated by the idea that people cling to it so desperately. The Boomer Generation has become really good at criticizing the newest trends in music but cannot shine the mirror back on their own sacred cows and say, in all honesty, “Hey, wait a minute. I’m getting half as much entertainment value as I used to at triple the price.” Folks would rather see (and hear) a simulation of The Who’s former selves with its surviving members doing the 32nd anniversary tour of their final show in various stages of disability (Townshend’s deafness and Daltrey’s failing vocal range) for $500 than something new and organic for $10 at the local pub. They’d rather watch the decrepit mummified remains of The Rolling Stones trot out predictable, laughable, cartoonish interpretations of their own back catalog and pay 10x the price for the insult because they copped their first boobie feel during ‘Angie’ in the 1970s.