Where is the rock?

I am disheartened to see what has become of the world of music. The golden age of Rock-n-Roll is dead. Guitar solos are practically non-existent. Our heroes and icons have moved from blood spitting Gene Simmons and shred king Randy Rhoads, to a hatching egg, that they call Gaga.

The bad boy image of rock is gone, and has been replaced by passive-aggressive slobs. Men once spent hours preparing their look for a concert performance. Today’s stage sees beards, dirty thrift store t-shirts, baggy pants, and baseball caps. These artists’ music hardly makes up for what they lack in the image department.

In the 60s and 70s there were a handful of bands to choose from. Now, we have so many bands flooding the Internet and local scenes that a person doesn’t know where to start. In my opinion, Nirvana was the last creative sound that defined rock star, and that was 1989.