In the space of two days I’ve managed to watch the boat that rocked three times, so pretty good going. And, once done, I promptly ran to download the soundtrack which I’m singing along o as I type. There’s a good reason for watching it so many times, it’s because I feel like I belong there. I watch that film and wonder where music went wrong, is the best we cn come up with today really Britney’s fourth comeback? And does that really stand up next to the rolling stones? I think not.
That point reminded me of an argument I had with a girl in my physics class last year. We did a lesson on stars, so naturally Mr Batley puts on space oddity by Bowie and I’m promptly in musical ecstacy… That is until this girl asks him to put on starry eyed by Ellie Goulding… Naturally, I defend Bowie with the passion and commitment he deserves, at which point she tries to make a comparison between the two. Until this point I fully respected that she had her taste and I had mine, however much they may differ, but trying to draw a comparison between those two artists struck a nerve…
Anyhoo, back on the main point, I fail to see how any decade can be musically better than the 60s. Classic rock was born into the darkness of pirate radio, it build a community and gathered a following much more dedicated than many top 40 singles could today. Now I know I sound like such a music snob right now but to be honest, it’s with good reason.
I put forward the case of Elenore by The Turtles against Friday by Rebecca Black. And I rest my case.