It must be weird to be a young rock ‘n’ roll person in the post-rock era.
It’s weird enough for me, as I’ve based my identity around it, only to find that said identity has essentially become, well — old. Which is fine. Because so have I. 30 years ago, I was fully connected. Not so much now.
And I sure as shit understand — at least intellectually — that rock ‘n’ roll had a pretty long run there, and that the odds of a rock artist I really & truly love also being at the top of the pop culture superstructure started dying when Kurt Cobain put that bullet into his brain, and besides, the monoculture is dead anyways, so most of the time it doesn’t bother me.