I’m thinking a number of you here might ascribe to the quaint notion that the advancement of music in human society took a massive debilitating shock in the late 70’s with the advent of di … dis ... disco(!) and has since fallen still farther to become functionally comatose as of Justin Bieber or there abouts. From my view I have to acknowledge that your notion is most probably correct.
I had to live through disco, people!
After a steady diet of creative music from Beethoven to Beatles to Jefferson Airplane, Pink Floyd, Stones, Hendrix, Zeppelin, Dylan, Butterfly, Seger, Cherry Garcia … after all that then the universe tried to feed me disco? WTF?! NO!
Ever since then the human cultural activity we used to call “popular music” has gone to the depths of formula with no imagination, no evolution, no poetry and no soul.
For the coming holiday (in USA - Thanksgiving on either 11/26 or 26/11 whichever works for you) I plan to be especially thankful for the technology that allows me to continue to enjoy listening to those final decades of the most advanced, most sophisticated, most inspired and most beautiful era of humanity's cultural treasure of music, killed off by kids with cotton (and lots of other stuff) in (and hanging on) their ears and that "I'm not stoned but I'm vacant anyway" look in their eyes when you ask them who Gracie Slick is.
Since this is that flaming cupcake-butterfly mix, Randy Rainbow, you know the humor will be there, thus this thread instead of Con v Lib thread. But it was awfully close. Note how many times Trump is mentioned.