I find myself in an arrogant, utterly annoying, and thoroughly pompous mood today, perfectly suited to editorialize about my once-favorite band, so here goes. You have been warned... When the Beatles were squashed, I was shocked and heartbroken. When Led Zeppelin crashed and burned after Bonzo prematurely shed his mortal coil, I was devastated. When Stings ego got too big for his nappie and the Police were suspended from the force, I mourned the loss. When the Talking Heads and the intolerable David Byrne were shut up for good, I was depressed. When I was young, I had some less than positive feelings for those responsible for pulling the plug on these wonderful bands, but as an old man, I now respect their decisions. It was truly for the best, I have come to realize. But just as biological life has its conception, birth, maturing, prime, decline, and death, so do bands and all forms of artistic performance. It is the way of all things to eventually come to an end. The only control the artist may have is the amount of dignity they retain and the goodwill they leave behind after all is said and done. On the other side of this coin, and using Hollywood actors as a visual aid, who among us did not fall in love with the pixie-ish Meg Ryan in Harry Met Sally, only to be repelled at her mature frog-like countenance after she urged the plastic surgeon to lock her in time as that young pixie? How many swooned at the genius of the rough around the edges Mickey Roarke only to be stunned by his transformation into Carrottop by (I can only guess) Carrottops own plastic surgeon? And what, indeed of Carrottop, or even Bruce Jenner you may ask? Yes certainly had their day, but are now only mere shells of what they once were, ravaged by time and congealed into the artistic equivalent of Joan Rivers by the plastic surgeons scalpel as their relevance, and their morals, disappear. Their Krusty The Clown-ish business efforts to cash in have burned though most of their fans and all of their dignity. They have become that saddest of all Hollywood stereotypes, the disfigured by ego has-been. Can a Yes reality TV show be far behind? Jon can no longer save them, and must instead save himself by not being sucked under as their career, like the doomed Titanic slips beneath the waves of time. It is way past time for the band that was once Yes to quietly and simply die as an artistic effort. Their legacy deserves a decent final resting place. And the fans deserve a moment of silence from them. Discuss...
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 18:49:30 +0000
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