Oh, what happened to the days when bands like Led Zeppelin were on top, selling out concerts and making incredible music, when Hendrix was still alive and wailing, before they shot Lennon and his ideas of peace, love, and music. When people like Kurt Cobain and Elliott Smith were out defining a generation. The kind of musicians that you look back on realizing just how much they mean to you, how their songs always seemed to find a perfect match to your emotion, and your everlasting gratitude to them for always being there for you,
all you have to do is hit play.
Which brings me to today's standard of a great artist, when you don't actually need any type of musical talent to sell out concerts, set up a sturdy tween fan base, and sell your soul to Walmart.
Hey, Congratulations
