Oh its all so transitory isn't it? Music history, and its rather short cyclical ways, eh? I'm getting so bored of certain aspects of our beloved musical heritage and although I fall daftly and clumsily in love and awe with anything I can unearth or serendipitiously (spellcheck please, Moribund) come upon, I'm finding it increasingly hard to hold my patient gaze on certain things by right I should love and worship to the grave.
Here follows two bad examples...

EG1: I was reading something today about the 'punk explosion', reviewed by that cartoon owled faced Danny Kelly and I just thought "this is so recycled and derivative that I just want to die painfully on a supermarket floor", yet up to 3 years ago I would have still read and re-read the peice for new snippets or to transport myself back to wherever said story was referring to. Funny, eh?

EG2: I stopped for a moment on the way to the train this morning and realised that the best way to start my day would be throwing a flask of hot coffee into Loud Reed's 'carved in a tree trunk and then defiled with rage' face and to tell him not to be such a professional fucking bore, yet I discovered the other day 4 lovingly filed videos from a Velvet Underground Channel 4 'special from the 90s that I took great pains to stay up and tape and watch and re-watch until my eyes ended up looking like Nico's lungs. Yet now I just yawn at any mention of the Exploding Plastic Inevitable'.*

Is it familiarity breeds contempt you think? What do you really hate or couldn't give a tinker's cuss about now, yet years ago you'd have made love to your grandparents if it meant someone taking it off you.

* Please note the above disdain is not aimed at the music involved, before anyone starts