Here’s the thing. I love The Current, that’s no secret. Jill & Steve in the morning, Barb Abney, St. Mary Lucia of Airwaves. I love it all. So I’m not blaming the radio station for this current situation that seems to be developing in Rock & Roll. It’s merely that they are the vessel which brings the situation to my ears. I don’t listen to any other radio station because commercial radio makes my ears bleed.
And what is the situation? Every damn thing lately sounds like Jackson Browne. This is the biggest perpetrator. I did some hardcore Googling because I was convinced this Dawes song was a Jackson Browne cover. It’s not, it just sounds like it should be.
Sometimes a band will throw in a falsetto to get that Neil Young vibe for a little variety. Kinda like how some people will eat at Applebees instead of Chilis. You know, because they like variety.
We’re experiencing a mid-70s renaissance, which is weird because I thought the 90s were back.
It feels a little weird to complain about this, because I love Jackson Browne, and that kinda singer-songwritery with a splash of country thing is so far up my alley that I let it park in the garage right next to Sister #4’s shitty waterbed furniture that I’m convinced she’ll never get rid of because she hasn’t lived here in six years and it’s still sitting in there.
And despite my love of the genre, I still find myself chafing a bit at all the Jackson Browneyness going around. It feels tired and kind of boring. For a long time now I’ve thought it was me who was boring and getting stuck in my aural ways. But I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not me, it’s them. Rock & Roll is officially boring.