Bloody old farts, eh? I can still hear my Dad saying back in the 1960s, ‘Bloody modern music – it’s just a racket. Can’t even make out the words.’
Yes, Dad, I thought. You stick with Sinatra and all that crooning claptrap and I’ll stick with Elvis, Buddy, the Beatles, the Stones, Dylan – proper music. Our music.
I vowed I’d never be a musical fart.
Okay, so rap is really crap (it’s talking, not singing!) and Boy Bands are just crooning by another name, but otherwise … I’m not all the way to fartsville. I like some heavy stuff, some punk and grunge and house, some of the young new 'guitar bands’ are fabulous, and as for Amy Winehouse. What a voice! What a shambling wreck of a person! What a shame.
And now we have the sub-Winehouse Yank, Katy Perry. Quite a babe and not a bad voice. But what a stupid, pathetic person. Obviously. Or she wouldn’t have to resort to cheap gimmicks. First, the lipstick lesbian ploy of her first hit single, I Kissed A Girl, and now this poster of her wielding a vicious-looking knife to promote her album One Of The Boys.
I don’t say this as an old fart. I say it as a grown-up teenager, who sees today’s teenagers being knifed and killed on our streets. By other teenagers who think it’s okay or even cool to carry a deadly weapon.
Our 60s and 70s teen idols had their gimmicks – ripping trousers, stupid quiffs, swearing on prime-time TV (very risqué at the time!) – but not one of them glorified killing.
Katy Perry – you’re a wanker!
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