Before I tell you about the illicit dreams and horrible nightmares Ive been having lately, Id like to say Welcome! to all of you.
Its March of 2007, which made me think that were 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. Its 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 2000s? 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 couldve seen it! Wow.
Then there was the nightmare.
James Brown died.
I know, I know, its horrible but thats 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 Its A Mans, Mans, Mans 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 doesnt 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 cant 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 Im still working on the other one. Until then, thanks for reading and enjoy the issue.
Scott "Dr. Music" Itter
