Roll Over

Here's legend Chuck Berry somewhere in America recently. He's 84, goes out on tour, drives himself, travels on public transport in his stage gear, the man's amazing. He's a poet, a pioneer and an entertainer. He's a rock and roll bard and I think he's splendid.
I've seen him loads of times and had tickets for another two shows this year. And the tour's been cancelled. I've heard ticket sales were low.

So that's me a bit sad, but I was more angry than sad when I heard at one venue an Elvis impersonator had sold more tickets than the legend that is Chuck Berry.

We're doomed. Nothing means anything to anyone anymore. Values have disappeared, people are shite and tribute acts are killing real concerts with flesh and blood artists just as karaoke would like to kill musicians.

Jesus wept - I drive home and there's posters outside pubs saying 'pub idol here Wednesday night'. Grinning wanna-be crop-headed karaoke clowns banging out their fascist uber boy band schmaltz to a bunch of twats that value impersonations over music and the greatest compliment they can give to a performer is "they're just like . . . "

We're fucked. We're all completely fucked.