The other night I was lying in bed and I had “Tusk” running through my head because I had been watching the THOROUGHLY AWESOME tv show the Americans, and that had been featured in the first show. So I got my fat ass up, went and added Fleetwood Mac – Rumors (yes pedants, I know Tusk was on the album… Tusk) to my mac mini’s playlist for my iphone and ipad, synced them, went to bed, and cranked Rumours for an hour over the Bose.
It was kind of like an epiphany, like the first time you heard Ode to Joy or (in my case), Little Feat or the Dead. It must have been ten years since I listened to it start and stop and I began to wonder, has the digital revolution really killed AOR?
No one listening to a Carly Rae Jepsen one hit wonder thinking they have it figured out music wise will ever understand. No one will remember the tapestries across ceilings and throwing shit at people who skip the lp and that awful fucking incense that smelled like smashed assholes. That was a good thing, when albums had a theme and were more than just some young country harlot bitching about how someone left her at the alter. Again. And again.