Pop music settles comfortably into Oldies idolatry.
Jun 11, 2012, Vol. 17, No. 37 • By ALEC SOLOMITA
Every ignorant, illiterate rant by every resentful, rageful misanthrope is practically unavoidable on the web. On almost every page are grotesqueries of misshapen faces, bodies digitally contorted to catch our attention to this or that product or service, images that cheapen the human condition. And on YouTube, amidst the cloying, staged “spontaneous” hymns to the phony resilience of the disappearing human spirit, are teenagers grinding, animals defecating, people spitting, screaming, spewing strange hates and perverse loves. As bad as they often were, the old days were better. Is it any wonder that so many of us look back in longing?
Alec Solomita is a writer in Boston.