Groundhog Day Again Again Again

It’s a pretty lovely day here in the City of the Proud, despite the foul prognostications of that obnoxious rodent in Pennsylvania. I’ve said this all before, but I’m not such a fan of the groundhog. Every damn year it supposedly sees its shadow and we are told that no, spring won’t be coming early this year, foolish humans. I’m starting to think there’s some kind of conspiracy behind the whole thing—maybe the companies who make winter coats, or speculators in natural gas?

Well I for one refuse to go along. I do not acknowledge your authority, Marmota monax. I’m going to go ahead and act as if spring starts today, and let’s see you stop me.

Lester Bangs foretells the future

Rock is basically an adolescent music, reflecting the rhythms, concerns and aspirations of a very specialized age group. It can’t grow up — when it does, it turns into something else which may be just as valid but is still very different from the original. Personally I believe that real rock’n’roll may be on the way out, just like adolescence as a relatively innocent transitional period is on the way out. What we will have instead is a small island of new free music surrounded by some good reworkings of past idioms and a vast sargasso sea of absolute garbage.

–Lester Bangs, “Of Pop and Pies and Fun,” 1970

And what can I add to that? Absolutely spot on.