I Don't Think Hank Done It This Way

Recently there's a song on country radio--I know neither the title nor the "artist"--that mentions the singer's (or, more likely, writer's) 401(k), and I find myself repulsed by that.  To me, that is a sign of the degradation of country music, the takeover of my beloved genre by the aging Baby Boomers and other totally boring people.  A 401(k)?  You're supposed to die way before you take retirement, from all the years of honky-tonkin and fast women and stuff. 

*sigh*  And now this and this.  Rock has gone lame, too.  Of course, there was a time when rock and country were not quite so differentiated; listen to Johnny Cash's Sun recordings and Elvis Presley's and you'd be hard put to tell which were "country" and which were "rock."  So, I guess it makes sense.  The lameness is occurring in sync. 

And everyone knows punk is dead.  Dead, dead, dead.  Jazz is a wasted shell of its former self.

To hell with the whales.  Whole genres of our beloved and enchanting native music are dying, being eviscerated by whiny white guys who just want to do some cardio and maybe sip some mineral water before surfing the Internet.  DOES NO ONE CARE????*

So, great, that leaves us with Eminem yelping juvenile jokes about his pee-pee or whatever the fuck.

/wrists**

*Yeah, I know, just as there are still whales floating about and polluting our oceans, artists exist in all of these genres who are still rockin and dying young and shouting out great lyrics and all of it.  I know.  Please don't get all up in my face about whatever unknown rock band you listen to who is still so totally rocking and keeping it real.  I don't care.  I'm generalizing about genres here. 

This brings up an important question:  By what miracle is Keith Richards still alive?

**Yeah, I got that from you, Inci.  Enjoy.