Rambuchan
The Funky President
There was a time when our rock stars lived by these sentiments, and we, the adoring public, quietly shared them. Well, more or less. Life was about getting as high as possible, breaking on through to the other side, throwing tvs out of hotel windows, getting laid - everywhere, burning guitars on stage, throwing up on your fans, sticking it to the man, f***ing the system and, if death came early, rock on! It could be a blast.
But today? Rock stars and other music idols typically have the rock credentials of your average mortgage advisor. Life is about endorsements, perfume and clothing lines, reunion cash-ins, tabloid dodging, retiring to a vineyard in the south of France and going to Wimbledon. The most rock and roll they get is...holding aging rock star gigs against trade injustice and going to the G8 summit.
Sure, there are some exceptions today. But their recklessness is generally on the blander side and we, the adoring public, generally come over a bit mummsy when we hear of a shop lifting episode, a binge on the marching powder, or a bit too much booze the night before a gig.
What has happened to them? What has happened to us? And why?
But today? Rock stars and other music idols typically have the rock credentials of your average mortgage advisor. Life is about endorsements, perfume and clothing lines, reunion cash-ins, tabloid dodging, retiring to a vineyard in the south of France and going to Wimbledon. The most rock and roll they get is...holding aging rock star gigs against trade injustice and going to the G8 summit.
Sure, there are some exceptions today. But their recklessness is generally on the blander side and we, the adoring public, generally come over a bit mummsy when we hear of a shop lifting episode, a binge on the marching powder, or a bit too much booze the night before a gig.
What has happened to them? What has happened to us? And why?