Before I tell you about the illicit dreams and horrible nightmares I’ve
been having lately, I’d like to say “Welcome!” to all
of you.
It’s March of 2007, which made me think that we’re pretty
close to the end of the decade. Then I got to thinking….. How will
this decade be remembered musically? Because you know, every decade
has a certain kind of music trend attached to it. It’s been going
on for decades now. The Fifties were the beginnings of rock and roll.
You know …Little Richard, Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, and the like.
Then we had The Sixties with The Grateful Dead, The Doors, Hendrix,
and all the other psychedelic sounds of that era.
Enter
The Seventies and you shutter at the thought of disco on one hand; and
the beginnings of the classic arena rock genre, with bands like Kiss
and Zeppelin, on the other. The happy-go-lucky Eighties gave us a boatload
of one hit wonders filled with synth pop hooks and funked up looks.
The Nirvana Nineties was definitely the grunge / alternative movement
with the birth (and death) of bands like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and Soundgarden.
So what now? What is the defining sound of the 2000’s? Ehh………something
to think about…..
Now, about those dreams and nightmares….
I had this dream that a late 40-something Prince would perform at the
halftime show of Super Bowl XLI and do a flawless rendition of “Purple
Rain” in a South Florida downpour. He would move and groove like
a 20-something Prince, and convince all skeptics that he really is the
best at what he does. Man, if you only could’ve seen it! Wow.
Then there was the nightmare.
James Brown died.
I know, I know, it’s horrible – but that’s only the beginning.
I was watching the 49th Annual Grammy Awards and they would put Christina
Aguilera on stage in her usual clown makeup (I always look for the big
red shoes) to do “It’s A Man’s, Man’s, Man’s
World” as a “tribute” to JB. I shake as I type this.
It was like watching Barney the purple dinosaur do “Angel Of Death”
as a “tribute” to Slayer. Then they would keep announcing
The Dixie Chicks as winners, over and over and over and over and over.
My God it was frightening! It doesn’t stop there. Like some cruel
joke, the Grammys were going to pick a singer off the street to sing
a duet with Justin Timberlake. They gave us three female R&B amateurs
to choose from, that all sounded exactly the same! Yeah, they all sounded
like Beyonce….and Christina…..and Mariah…… EXACTLY
the same!! And just as I started to see the light with Carrie Underwood
taking the stage in her heavenly, angelic white, skintight dress - it
ended. It was so horrifying and scary; I just can’t talk about
it anymore.
Every night since, I have been trying to get back to some kind of pleasant
dream; one where a reunited Police would open the Grammy show with a
kick ass rendition of “Roxanne,” or one where Carrie Underwood
was naked on the hood of my minivan and The Dixie Chicks were under
my wheels. I did achieve The Police dream, but I’m still working
on the other one. Until then, thanks for reading and enjoy the issue.
Scott
"Dr. Music" Itter
