Justin Bieber started out performing in malls. Rebecca Black made her own video. The Web spread the word.
There's no center to the 'music biz' anymore. It's all over the map, all over the internet, spread around in billions of iPods in MP3 downloads and YouTube clips. It used to be that Radio & Records™ was where it all happened, but now that's just a small piece of the action.
Those of us who are used to being the gatekeepers in charge of such things are left holding the bag and wondering who took the goodies. Time has passed us by.
Like Jazz before it, 'Rock' became a trademarked commodity, and then it became a slightly musty antique, and now it is finally becoming a classical form suitable for academic enshrinement and study.
Check out the April 6 edition of USA Today. Todd Rundgren, Tommy James and Steve Miller are now rock & roll doctors teaching college seminars in rock theory and practice. Students gather at the feet of the Old Masters, learning how to hold their guitars and bend their notes. Soon there will be MFA's in middle-80's metal. Doctoral theses will be written about Roger Daltry's microphone technique. The universities will do anything to attract paying customers, but I wonder what those graduates will do with their degrees. They certainly won't be getting any jobs as DJ's.
Jazz academics like Wynton Marsalis host Ken Burns specials, manage corporately-funded museums like Jazz At Lincoln Center and tour with big bands that keep a sanctified jazz repertory alive long after the passing of the original artists. Before too long there will be similar rock ensembles performing the works of Clapton, Tyler and Reznor to appreciative and wistful audiences of grey-haired boomers in concert halls around the world. Of course, it'll all be posted on YouTube and replayed in Hi-Def during PBS telethons.
Speaking of videos, I enjoyed that clip of Robert Randolph & The Family Band. They've been to Rochester, but I've never had a chance to actually hear them. Good stuff! I should get out more often.
There's no center to the 'music biz' anymore. It's all over the map, all over the internet, spread around in billions of iPods in MP3 downloads and YouTube clips. It used to be that Radio & Records™ was where it all happened, but now that's just a small piece of the action.
Those of us who are used to being the gatekeepers in charge of such things are left holding the bag and wondering who took the goodies. Time has passed us by.
Like Jazz before it, 'Rock' became a trademarked commodity, and then it became a slightly musty antique, and now it is finally becoming a classical form suitable for academic enshrinement and study.
Check out the April 6 edition of USA Today. Todd Rundgren, Tommy James and Steve Miller are now rock & roll doctors teaching college seminars in rock theory and practice. Students gather at the feet of the Old Masters, learning how to hold their guitars and bend their notes. Soon there will be MFA's in middle-80's metal. Doctoral theses will be written about Roger Daltry's microphone technique. The universities will do anything to attract paying customers, but I wonder what those graduates will do with their degrees. They certainly won't be getting any jobs as DJ's.
Jazz academics like Wynton Marsalis host Ken Burns specials, manage corporately-funded museums like Jazz At Lincoln Center and tour with big bands that keep a sanctified jazz repertory alive long after the passing of the original artists. Before too long there will be similar rock ensembles performing the works of Clapton, Tyler and Reznor to appreciative and wistful audiences of grey-haired boomers in concert halls around the world. Of course, it'll all be posted on YouTube and replayed in Hi-Def during PBS telethons.
Speaking of videos, I enjoyed that clip of Robert Randolph & The Family Band. They've been to Rochester, but I've never had a chance to actually hear them. Good stuff! I should get out more often.