Well, I was thinking about this in the shower this morning, and it isn't so much the pale imitation aspect that gets to me. Art is recycled, that's unavoidable.
What's disturbing to me is that you never hear anyone howling at the fucking moon in music anymore. You never hear passion or pain or anything that might make some feel less than chipper (because who wants that as their ringtone?).
I don't hear anything that makes me stop and say, "What? What the hell is that?" You never see a band perform anything but choreographed blah blah bullshit on stage. I wasn't a fan of Guns and Roses (I'm just trying to think of a recent example), but when they played, there was a sense that there could be bloodshed. There was a sense of imminent and unavoidable danger that was thrilling.
I don't know if I'm getting the point across, but here's an example. It was a Black Sabbath concert. '74, '75, '76 - somewhere in there. I was a young kid. They came out and played, but it was just weird. They stood like statues, Ozzy's eyes were closed most of the time. They had no colored, flashing lights. Just white spotlights on each of them. The whole time. And I'm telling you, they scared the shit out of me. I felt like at any moment they could leap down from that stage and impale me on mic stand.
Find that for me today.
Find me someone howling - really howling from the fucked up gut - like Iggy or Cobain, or NWA for chrissakes. Remember the first time you heard them? That was most definitely a "What the fuck is this?! I want more!" moment.
It's all so scripted now, I'm afraid. Music aside, there's no passion. No danger. No sweat, no chance of blood.
Rock and roll is supposed to be rebel music! Not a Steve Jobs dry hump photo-op.
So maybe that is just age speaking, and those exciting moments are still out there for a 15 year old. Maybe there is some passion for them to find. I hope so.