and they told us not to idolize our parents generation

I love the Rolling Stones.




















they've made Bob Dylan hip? hence why Cosmos Records sells The Times They are A Changin' for $30 and I always hear Highway 61 played at Black Market Vintage (the hippest faux-thrift store on the hippest street in Toronto). why not the Stones? our parents like the Stones, that's the music of our parents generation! as if Dylan isn't...

I'd rather listen to Beggars Banquet and Let It Bleed over Abbey Road and Sergent Pepper any day. both albums are filled with the same counter cultural rage and have that somewhat artsy tinge to them, yet (for the most part) the Stones are still relegated to the status as an "old persons band". I'm not saying this is true in general, but as an example lets take the average marginally-artsy, somewhat-intellectual young adult. lets say this young adult is from a rather wealthy middle class area, lets say Toronto's Forest Hill neighbourhood. said young adult is a first year University student at a somewhat counter-cultural school, lets say the Ontario College of Art and Design. lets say if this young adult is a Male, he goes to the open mics at his school and plays his Simon and Garfunkel covers and/or recites a Ginsberg poem and no matter how awful he is at it, his fellow somewhat artsy, pseudo intellectual friends will always give him credit for trying. he hangs out frequently at the quasi-eclectic intersection of Bloor and Bathurst where he goes to get coffee, show off his cute cardigan sweaters and/or buy vinyl represses of Velvet Underground records at Sonic Boom (because he doesn't know of any real independent record stores). this young man would listen to the Beatles over the Stones.

lets take the same person but make he a she. this young woman is a first year at.....lets say Innis College, a somewhat artsy academic unit of the University of Toronto. she comes from a solidly middle class neighbourhood, lets say Riverdale, that produces like minded marginally creative young people. she likes to wear leg warmers and thick rimmed glasses, yourscenesucks.com would classify her as "apple store indie", not hip enough to roll with the ranks of Parkdale Hipsters on Queen Street West, but has a cultural palate independent enough that she fits in comfortable in The Annex. this young lady would listen to the Beatles over the Stones.

Neither of these two fictitious somewhat indie but really very mainstream musical gormandizers would deify the Rolling Stones as they do The Beatles. they may like the Stones, but no, mom and dad like the Stones, god forbid they like something their parents did!

I could care less how "Indie" I come off as (although cardigan sweaters are very comfortable and I may or may not be wearing one right now) and when it comes down to it, the Rolling Stones in 1968 were a down n' dirty Rock n' Roll band that still managed to have a bluesy, angsty, vaguely anarchistic counter-cultural edge to them. I also would rather listen to something that pays homage to classic American blues over thinly veiled drug references over drippy psychedelia (Lucy in the sky with what?).

while I may not get any points with the Apple Store Indiekids, I'd rather have the Stray Cat Blues and a Honkey Tonk Woman over a Yellow Submarine and some burnout druggie named Lucy anywway.




















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LET IT BLEED:
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GET YER YA YA's OUT:
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