Reaching Out...

I listen to sports radio, I hear 18,000 voices slur in unison, "BAAH...BAH...BAAAHHH..."
and I think... my word, Neil Diamond is immortal.

Any sports arena DJ can drop old jams like "Sweet Caroline" and get the hoard to sing along... But an artist's universality - one's impact upon the culture through the terrorizing of every car stereo and jukebox with their #1 singles - has dwindled from decade to decade...

Joy Division is immortal on another, admittedly smaller level, than Diamond... or whoever...And I'd been musing on them recently, since seeing Detroit-based psyche-quartet Oblisk do a cover set of them, for Halloween.

And so then, will bands like Future Islands ever be immortal?

Will Oblisk? On what level? And in whose eyes? (Whose ears?)

Something to think about... ...as it was, that I missed Future Islands' Detroit concert, recently, since it was scheduled the same night as our big Halloween soiree (in which, instead, I took in some Joblisk-Division...) And it just got me thinking...

We're past that age when a manageable amount of artists, music superstars, culture creators, idols-if you will, are pedaled upon us, pushed to the top of your radio playlists, plastered onto the covers of your cereal boxes and blaring through the end credits of your favorite romantic comedy film...

Now, there's something everywhere, some band, some one, some song.... 

Now we have this glorious chaos - where anyone can stumble upon the digi-transmissions of Oblisk... or Joy Division... or Future Islands....
Dance to the radio...