another interesting thread, IMO. (here, let me subtract just a little from it)

I’ve had the feeling that OVERstimulation (via…well everything anymore) has eliminated the surprise factor of rock & roll music to enough of an extent as to make it easily…far too easily corralled by those heartless 'it’s just bottom-line bidness' sorts to the point of there never really ever again being anything better than there is today: …mediocre. Not mediocre 'music' in every way, Xavier Rudd’s not mediocre for example, but mediocre in the way that music moves in & out in tides along the human surf.

But my imagination, the one that dreams while sleeping and pines and trundles to wonder while awake, and the one that looks in the mirror and shudders to think I’m too old to lose the weight I used to need to throw around that has now slipped down around the one place on myself I never needed it, still thinks there’s a counterrevolution against the mind-fuck-revolution bursting at the seams on the leading edge of everyday. But the lid's been on the jar so long now that if the great big brains who ever-so-gladly control the great big heavy-hand that tightens the lid ever give way and let up or, for the love a Pete people, ever get legally forced to loosen or remove it to some meaningful degree themselves, well, …there just may not be a one of us who’d chance to take wing and flight outa the jar: tough habit to break, …yikes. Soft oppression is like that slowly heated pot under the frog, & it worries me.

Somewhere in the Hollywood hills are a few cats with a grandiose idea to really…really entertain themselves and a whole lota people, for sake of something with a little bita soul: & they’re sitting on their hands…for a lota reasons, probably, some of them real good ones like parenthood (you only get one shot at that each day/month/year), but this sitting on one’s hands…waiting…while the heat grows in the pot…getting sleepy….getting sleepy…..sleepy……yawn…zzzzzz

...what remains is by-the-numbers ... duh do-do-do duh da-da-da

...when the greatest of all our minds die with information & agitation ...never having really blasted the roof off this thing