Oh, yes it is.

Discuss.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

No.

Rock 'n' Roll died when the Beatles pretended to be Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band for an entire album, thus birthing the Concept Album and supplanting Rock 'n' Roll with "rock music." Today, rock 'n' roll is a nostalgic form, like ragtime, the exclusive province of preservationists like Dave Alvin of The Blasters.

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Maximum Rock and Roll, the anti-establishment Punk rag, is alive and well. Still looks like it's being printed in someone's basement, too.

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I was gonna send a robot back in time, but I got high.

Punk these days is about as rock and roll as the hair on my ass.

That said, Rock and Roll is seriously in trouble. It seems like its been battered and beaten so much that it's not the man we once knew. All he can do is repeat the same things over and over again, although once and a while he'll say something new and interesting.

I'm just waiting for some of the old rockers to get together and release a real rock album to let everyone know they rocked back then, and they can still kick the snot out of anyone to this day (I'm looking at you E.C.)

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Poop.

Rock and roll isn't dead, nor will it ever be, regardless of how crappy the stewardship of it may seem to be at any given time.

As usual, disagreeing with me simply indicates that you're totally wrong, and it would behoove you to realize that.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

I'm sure it'll never go away, but it could merely be background noise to whatever becomes the flavour of the month. Jazz isn't the cultural phenomenon it once was, but it's still there, just not everyone listens to it all that much anymore.

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Poop.

I'm not worried. Metal is a form of music in its own right. When rock dies, metal will live on.

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Do you want ants? Because that's how you get ants.

What is this "rock and roll" I keep hearing about?

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Get Your War On

Didn't we learn that in Geology 101?

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I learned that playing Pokemon.

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I learned that durimg masturbation. Just like math!

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Get Your War On

Punk these days is about as rock and roll as the hair on my ass.

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True, but MR&R is like an insect preserved in amber; a weird cultural artifact from a bygone age. The face of music and politics undergo vast changes while this thing, like a shark, refuses to evolve.

And like a shark, I don't know whether to love it or hate it.

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I was gonna send a robot back in time, but I got high.

And that is why metal will always be Rock and Roll's, idiot, bastard brother who comes over just long enough to fuck up the party.

Cause metal cannot WAIT to stick a fork in the mother that birthed it, pronounce it done, and feast on it's remains.

Ain't gonna happen. It ain't gonna happen for the same reason that rap isn't going to replace R&B.

People will continue to return to things like melody, actual notes, actual singing, actual playing...

"Rock and Roll will always, always, always, always overcome. Eventually." - Pete Townshend

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Amen.

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“It is only with the heart that one sees rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1945)

They say the heart of rock & roll is still beatin', and from what I see, I believe 'em.

As long as we can keep guys like Huey Lewis from dicking it up.

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

The biggest problem with rock and roll these days: powerchords.

I have nothing against them if used properly, but when every fucking band uses them exclusivley it gets really fucking boring. There's only so many variations you can do with them. Go learn an F chord you fucking hacks.

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Poop.

I agree with the weasel.

Never thought I'd be saying "I agree with a rabid weasel", but...

Yeah.

That stuff is old.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

I think the best song that shows how much rock bands today suck is that one Chad Kroeger (from Nickleback aka Biggest Piece of Shit In The History of Shit) did with Carlos Santana. There's a section in the song that has Santana soloing his ass off, while Kroeger just sits there and plays his usuall two chord crap sack. The song just says everything that needs to be said.

Irony: it's what's for dinner.

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Poop.

The old boy may be belly-breathin'....

But bunner'll pull through. Probably.

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

You know, your lame-assed-yet-cute-in-a-puppy-pissing-on-a-newspaper-way attempts to make me look old and feeble would be a lot funnier if you actually knew the words to the old-assed song you were using to do it with.

It's "barely breathing", you goofbag.

Love,

-bunner

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

As long as LYNYRD SKYNYRD keeps touring, Rock has a pulse. ;)

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You know, your lame-assed-yet-cute-in-a-puppy-pissing-on-a-newspaper-way attempts to make me look old and feeble would be a lot funnier if you actually knew the words to the old-assed song you were using to do it with.

It's "barely breathing", you goofbag.

Love,

-bunner

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Man, am I glad I can't honestly say I know the exact words to a HUEY LEWIS & THE NEWS song.

I wasn't aware I was trying to make you look old and feeble. I thought I was poking some fun at you, because you seemed to have a sense of humor. You seem to be doing an awful good job of that yourself, though.

;)

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The giant three-phallused phallus of Uzbekistan will one day squirt the cosmic jizz of revenge all over Canada.

Rock 'n' roll is drive-ins, jukeboxes, greasers, dances with names, and cars with fins. What lives today is this amorphous blob called "rock music." Lester Bangs wrote rock 'n' roll's definitive obituary in the 70s. Astute Hollywood profiteers helped America grieve its loss with American Graffitti and Happy Days. And in the 80s, just about everyone from Bob Seger to Joan Jett paved over rock 'n' roll's grave with hit songs that were 99% nostalgia.

The Huey Lewis song (op. cit.) was a spasm of comforting denial aimed at his aging MOR soft-rock audience. Same goes for Billy Joel. Neil Young's was about the only credible voice declaring that "rock 'n' roll can never die," and he was talking about something far more subtle than a musical genre, something that survived even on the acoustic side of Rust Never Sleeps.

Yes, punk's flagship newsrag still flies under the banner "Maximum Rock 'n' Roll," but let's not overlook the sneer behind the title-- and practically every word that emanates from a movement whose stated purpose has been to deconstruct everything it can get its hands on.

If that old-fashioned rock 'n' roll is alive and well anywhere, it's in what we now call "country music." So said Wolfman Jack, God rest him.

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