I woke up this mornin’ determined to “take care of business.”
Whatever that means.
I’ve never been good at business. Never cared about. Not at all.
I bought into all that “business is bad for karma” bullshit folks were makin’ money offa when I was a kid.
Y’know, that 60’s vibe.
To me, it’s turned out to be pretty mucha crock. All these old guys complainin’ about cutsey guy singers like that Beiber guy and, remember, Timberlake, that former Mouseketeer, comparin’ them to Hendricks and not Bobby Sherman and David Cassidy. The Monkees and The Partridge Family were certainly cuttin’ edge. And, whathisname, Tom Petty, goin’ round sayin’ his generation (he’s my age) would’ve laughed game show winnin’ singers off the stage when we all grew up watchin’ the Ted Mack Amateur Hour and, later on, that “Star Search” thing hosted by Ed McMahon. And the history of popular music is filled with bubble gum performers, boy bands, cute girl singers, local, radio and, later on, television talent shows where future stars cut their show biz teeth and started makin’ a name for themselves.
And, I know ‘Ed Sullivan’, ‘Shindig’, ‘Where The Action Is’, ‘Midnight Special’, ‘American Bandstand’ and ‘Soul Train’ were showcases for established, hitmakin’ talent, but were they all musicians, artists and poets of substance? Were they all groundbreakers? Were they all The Beatles, Dylan and Hendricks?
No, they weren’t.
And, my generation? We are worse than out parents. We are worse than our children. We are the “sell outs.” We are the hypocrites.
I know I started this blog off statin’ I was gonna take care of business today but I think, instead, I’ll find a millennial to blame