Despite the wishes of my dad, I never got into the mega-superstars of music. My dad treasured his Beatles album and sang songs from it all the time. And I would have rather listened to his badly warped John Coltrane record. Which was ok with my dad since he also loved jazz, but I think he was puzzled over how I could ignore the greatest recording artists of all time.

I never heard Eleanor Rigby until it was covered by the band Godhead, in an electronic turn. I can pick out a few Rolling Stones songs here and there, but I wouldn't call myself a fan. I outright detest KISS. I thought my husband was telling me a whopper when he told me that Queen did Fat Bottom Girls. And I can identify Bob Dylan, but I don't know that I've ever heard any of his songs.

My father is rolling over in his grave right this minute.

It's Bob Dylan that inspired me to write this. I saw him on an Ipod commercial, and I was stunned. Suddenly, I get it. I mean, that was tight. I read an article a few days ago where he said that modern music is crap. He said that even the stuff he recorded recently sounded better in the studio. And while I can't address whether it was better or not, he's right on the rest of it. This song was very good.

And I think that's why it breaks my heart. I mean, here's a legend, a guy that has every right to tell modern musicians that they suck, and he's shilling for Ipod. He's sitting there on a stool with the little silhouettes dancing in the background. It's unholy. He's selling Ipods, McCartney is getting catty, and Gene Simmons has a television show where he's scared about his daughter starting to date. The demon isn't supposed to have a television show!

*sigh* I finally get turned onto this decent music, and I find that I love AND hate it.