Miscalibrated Internet Receptor Stalks

I keep waiting for pop music to again be this raw, this confrontational, this confessional — but it never comes. We are in a spin cycle. The 21st century awaits its Bob Dylan but she never comes. There is a quantum leap just a few clicks ahead. Someone who least expects it will bring everything into focus. I remember what it meant when I heard Smells Like Teen Spirit for the first time and I knew nothing would ever be the same again. I was driving in my car in Cape Coral, Florida when it came on the radio. It was a seismic event. Like the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. My only fear is I will be too old to recognize it. I still want my consciousness to be pure enough to register the sea change and not be some cantankerous asshole who dismisses it as crap. All I know is that it has been a long time coming. Our culture keeps eating itself. We are the Ouroboros running ceaselessly in a loop. 25 years going round and round the cul-de-sac. Everything we construct is a theme park to the past. What will be the Shock of the New? And will we be able to understand it? Has it happened already and we just don't know? Throughout history there has always been some kind of galvanizing event that propels us into the future. It is not lost on me that any given morning I wake up, the new world may suddenly emerge completely unexpected.

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