[lastfm]Stevie Nicks[/lastfm] threw on her fringed shawl, whispered in Latin to the raven on her shoulder, took out her crystal ball and foresaw the future of rock ‘n roll: the internet doth make it sucketh. Then her and another wizened old internet hater, [lastfm]Prince[/lastfm], jump into their spaceship and fly away in a cloud of gold glitter.
Ok, those are “lies, sweet little lies.” Basically the [lastfm]Fleetwood Mac[/lastfm] goddess complained about the “future” of “music” because of the internet. Doesn’t Nicks know that “the world keeps on turning?”
[lastfm]Stevie Nicks[/lastfm] has a less-than-positive outlook on music today. We guess not even years of psychedelics and “key swapping” has made Nicks into a believer of the merits of modern technology:
The internet has destroyed rock. Children no longer develop social graces. They don’t hang out anymore. I’m financially stable. I’m OK. But what about the kids trying to make it in this business? If you’re not an established band, if you don’t have a hit single, they’re gonna drop you. There are a lot of people out there as talented as we (Fleetwood Mac) were, but they can’t sustain being in a rock ‘n’ roll band for long without success. We were able to, but we’re going to die out.
Die out? [lastfm]Stevie Nicks[/lastfm] makes it sound like there is a whole race of feathered, fringed young rock geniuses that will never get to live their cosmic dreams because no one buys records anymore. Oh, wait. There is. They all live in Silverlake.
Stevie, you’ve “shattered” our “illusions” of rock ‘n roll domination. Guess it’s “over now” and we will just “pick up the pieces and go home.”