
Unpronounceable_Symbol wrote:Additionally, the Beatles went on to influence the Byrds heavily, even before Sgt. Pepper, which came out two years before Woodstock.
)v(ajin Koji wrote:Mars Volta could/should bring back some kind of prog-rock but I'm sure that the Prog-Rock Purists wouldn't agree.
SOAD2k8 wrote:This is an argument that no one is going to win. Some people think that rock died with Nirvana, others some other time, others still say it's not dead (like me). It is a stupid argument. Something is only dead when it's forgotten IMO.
Unpronounceable_Symbol wrote:I'd especially be interested in the UK side of things, I've never really been as connected to Britpop as I'd like to be.
Yuri Shevchuk, BBC Interview, June 25 2005 wrote:Q: As I remember from the words of Grebenshikov: "rock-n-roll is dead, but I'm not yet". How close are these words to you? Is rock-n-roll dead or not? Do we need it, or just pop which fills everything everywhere?
Y.S.: Well, first of all, BG only translated these lines, but he didn't write them himself. I think those lines were sung by either Bob Dylan, or David Bowie... I don't know. Rock-n-roll isn't dead, why? We play, and BG raised this theme just as a provocation, and then everyone cried out and started pounding on their chest, that rock-n-roll is alive, and we're still proving that rock music is alive - as we understand it...
BBC: But everyone understands it differently?
Y.S.: Of course, absolutely. Every artist has to be unobjective, has to see everything from his own steeple, that's what makes him interesting for us. BG has his own wedding, I have my own funeral.
BBC: But the main thing is that it's not dead, yes?
Y.S.: Yes.
I agree. Rock is popular. To call something dead that is popular is confusing. Rock has died out, but then started growing again. I see rock songs on the top 5 on TRL. If that isn't a sign of popularity, then I don't know what is.SOAD2k8 wrote:This is an argument that no one is going to win. Some people think that rock died with Nirvana, others some other time, others still say it's not dead (like me). It is a stupid argument. Something is only dead when it's forgotten IMO.
Otohiko wrote:Yuri Shevchuk, BBC Interview, June 25 2005 wrote:Q: As I remember from the words of Grebenshikov: "rock-n-roll is dead, but I'm not yet". How close are these words to you? Is rock-n-roll dead or not? Do we need it, or just pop which fills everything everywhere?
Y.S.: Well, first of all, BG only translated these lines, but he didn't write them himself. I think those lines were sung by either Bob Dylan, or David Bowie... I don't know. Rock-n-roll isn't dead, why? We play, and BG raised this theme just as a provocation, and then everyone cried out and started pounding on their chest, that rock-n-roll is alive, and we're still proving that rock music is alive - as we understand it...
BBC: But everyone understands it differently?
Y.S.: Of course, absolutely. Every artist has to be unobjective, has to see everything from his own steeple, that's what makes him interesting for us. BG has his own wedding, I have my own funeral.
BBC: But the main thing is that it's not dead, yes?
Y.S.: Yes.
That's the bottom line from the horse's mouth for me
Yuri Shevchuk wrote:Russian Rock
They were burying rock, they were burying; clouds of ashes, piles of charcoal and dust. But he lay in the coffin, good and beautiful - not resembling a corpse at all...
They were burying rock, they were burying; teeth were aching from the cold wind. He picked at the black spectre's rags, and the newspapers with verdicts rotted. They were burying rock, they were burying; threw shit all over it and crucified it; stomped, separated, tore apart - vandalizing, cursed and howled. Burying it were the masters of sex-attack, half-literate pop-minstrels - they're all Mohammed Ali after a fight, lip-synching idiots and slits. Show-business paid all the expenses - professional crowbars and shovels - so that retards never go out of fashion, so that brains are always full of rags and cotton...
Inspired, they carried the coffin backwards; at the ceremony, sweetly drank and ate. Copulated, consumed tasty buns - they crawled up, they thought, all the way to the neck! They buried the revolution of sound, the reflection of light and freedom. Whoever didn't yet kick the fallen in the ear - sado-maso, but never sucked on pain. Of those willing, a line-up came out - in Russia, they always do funerals right. In death, I guess, we see more of an issue - as long as that life-blood flows out nicely.
Bite, demons, on the multi-colored cans; lick the skull of great optimism! Pray to your holes, pharisee-bastards - masters of the global show! And I don't care, about style, when it's slush - Hardcore, rap or something like that... you have to sing, like you breathe, not like squealing - so that the Russian frost crawls on the skin!
And in the morning, they came to enjoy; to exhume with chlorine and poison. They opened the coffin, and there - it was empty... and noone - not a worm, not an artist...
HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE!!!
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