
Just had a self-aware moment where I realized how awesomely stereotypical I am rocking old-school Ozzy in the Camaro. I think I’m now legally obligated to cruise the high school for chicks and offer to buy them beer.
I’ve been watching every episode of Metal Evolution each week when it airs. It’s right up my alley – a anthological (and anthropological), social, evolutionary, “big picture” study of something near and dear to my heart…heavy music. Each episode covers a different ‘branch’ of the metal family tree starting back at the earliest roots of heavy music and follow the various incarnations and branches of more specific genres that make up the history of heavy music.
All in all it kicks ass.
This week covered Grunge – trying to see where it fit and talking to the artists to see where they felt they fit into the big picture of heavy music and metal. Which leads me to my point:
Back in the day, ‘typical’ grunge folk (the artists, fans, bands – the scene) struck me exactly as the stereotype portrayed them…as whiny, mopey, pretentious faux-intellectuals who took themselves too seriously and were too cool for anything.
Upon seeing these people 20 years later as full grown adults in their 40′s and pushing 50, I was surprised (or maybe I wasn’t) to find that nothing has changed. Except it’s even more eye-roll worthy and rage inducing to see them still acting like that.
I can sum up most of the interviews like this, “Heavy music before us sucked. Heavy music since us is a rip off…and sucks. You’re stupid if you like anything else. Music reached perfection back in my day when I was coming of age and I don’t realize that everyone thinks that about the music they grew up with. I’ve become exactly the walking stereotype I claim to stand against. Get off my lawn.”
These people were lame 20 years ago and they’re still lame today. Not enough of them killed themsleves. But there is hope – many of the bands are getting back together so there just might be some additional overdoses and shotgun blasts in their futures. We can hope, right?
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And Geico brought back the stupid-ass wee-wee-wee pig for a new commercial and I hope whoever made that decision goes on tour with one of the fucking reunited grunge bands.
My kid makes cars and trucks with his Legos, how about yours?
Oh, he likes to build hybrid human/mechanical cyborg demon dragon-beasts from hell that only Ninjas of Death can subdue and ride.
But your son’s little truck is nice, I suppose.

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