"I'm well past the age where I'm acceptable. You get to a certain age and you are forbidden access. You're not going to get the kind of coverage that you would like in music magazines, you're not going to get played on radio and you're not going to get played on television. I have to survive on word of mouth".
"Music itself is going to become like running water or electricity".
-David Bowie
"Music itself is going to become like running water or electricity".
-David Bowie
I
do not get too bent out of shape when celebrities die. There’s no way I could
feel emotion for someone I never knew.
I may momentarily pause, and, if I was a fan
of their body of work, if they were some sort of artist, I take note and acknowledge that they have performed their last. There’s no grief involved; perhaps a touch
of nostalgia as I recall the period in my life that coincided with whatever it
was they were famous for. If I do mourn at all, it will be for death of all that is, or was, original.
David Bowie’ death will be the constant hot
topic of conversation for the Twitterati for about 5 minutes, then everyone
will share someone else's something about it on Facebook.
Again, I don’t really care. I liked David Bowie. I would consider myself a fan. I liked several of his songs, I owned several LP’s, but I have never been someone who idolized celebrities.
Again, I don’t really care. I liked David Bowie. I would consider myself a fan. I liked several of his songs, I owned several LP’s, but I have never been someone who idolized celebrities.
Why
should I? Why should anyone?
Even
David Bowie himself mocked celebrity worship in his music. “The papers all want(ed) to know which shirts…”
Major Tom wore, but in the end, he rode that spaceship away from all the
insanity on earth.
Everyone
will say all the appropriate things, there will be numerous tributes
about what a great artist he was, how he was so important for reasons x, y, and
z, and then everyone goes back to the silence. It will serve as historical back fill for millennials because they weren't yet born during the years when he'd released a great deal of his music.
I
am old enough to remember the day Elvis died.
Almost every radio station in New York City switched over to playing his
music, talking about him, reminiscing. I
managed to record nearly 3 hours worth of Elvis music and memories on to some 8
track tapes during this time. I also
remember the death of John Lennon. Same
thing happened. Many radio stations
played only Beatles music for days, indulged us with some concert and
interview memories and it all seemed appropriate, whether you were a big fan or not. We all commiserated together, or so it
seemed.
Now? “The circuit’s dead, there’s something
wrong…”
“All
we hear is “Radio Gaga”, as Freddy Mercury predicted.
Only
since the news of David Bowie’s death did I also hear it mentioned that he had
a new album out.
Where
was it? I guess it was available on some
trendy satellite or internet station, but I was not in that loop.
When
was the last time anyone heard or played one of those influential,
groundbreaking David Bowie songs on a local radio station?
When
was the last time anyone heard a DJ actually mention the name of the song that
had just played?
Do
we even have DJ’s anymore?
I’m
sure I could conjure up a Pandora station consisting exclusively of David Bowie
music, but who else would be listening along with me?
People
experience music in isolation now. Everything
is so compartmentalized. It's even getting harder to share a freaking pot of coffee because most of it now comes in individually wrapped, single
serve pods. This leaves us little choice in how we may prepare it.
What
if I like mine stronger, damn it?
Now,
I’m surrounded by zombies with head phones, tuning out the world, as they pick
and choose every song. We possess the power
to create our own personal radio stations, with endless options and a million choices. We don't own any of it and we listen to it all, in perfectly noise canceled silence.
Alone.
Who is really doing the programming?
Alone.
Who is really doing the programming?
The few radio stations remaining are so tightly formatted and predetermined, that other than a mention of David
Bowie’s death on the news, you’d never know a pop star had died.
I don't "Heart" radio.
I don't "Heart" radio.
Then
there’s the matter of which format he would fit into now. Which station would
play his new album? The old AOR format was quite broad, but now…there are a
thousand shades and flavors of “rock”.
Classic
Rock? Modern Rock? Genuine Classic Rock?
Top 40? Soft Rock? Hard Rock? Adult rock
and roll? Adult contemporary music? Adult oriented pop music? Progressive
rock?
The
options are mind boggling and I have no idea how to figure out what music would be played on which station.
Words and time are twisted and bent.
Words and time are twisted and bent.
Would Bowie's old song, “Modern Love” be played on the Modern Rock format?
How old is too old to be modern? How old is “oldie”?
How old is too old to be modern? How old is “oldie”?
Are
oldies classic? Are classic hits oldies?
There’s
a code here, where's the key?
What’s
the alternative? Oh, Alt Rock? Adult Alternative?
Alternative
to what?
How
did that happen anyway?
In the early 1980’s, pirate and college radio
stations played a wide variety of music by artists that were relatively unknown, not yet successful, as an “alternative”
to what was commercially available.
The whole point of “alternative” was that there...WAS NO FORMAT.
The whole point of “alternative” was that there...WAS NO FORMAT.
The
DJ’s were free to play anything they wanted.
Now,
nothing breaks through the airwaves that is not first filtered by a rigidly constrained,
deliberately designed, marketing demographic that satisfies the database masters.
Radio
is dead.
We
are not free.
Can
you hear us Major Tom?
We
can’t hear you.
"And there goes the last DJ
Who plays what he wants to play
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
And there goes the last DJ"
-Tom Petty
And says what he wants to say
Hey, hey, hey
And there goes your freedom of choice
There goes the last human voice
And there goes the last DJ"
-Tom Petty
Apologies to Freddy Mercury for the title.
I know he'd agree.
I know he'd agree.