My teenage years are not a source of great nostalgia. I couldn't wait to get the fuck out of high school. High school bored the hell out of me. Teenage rock and roll never really did it for me. So, I'm not really getting into the Dead Rock Star countdown.
Paul Kanter, one of the founding members of Jefferson Airplane died today (or yesterday). The Airplane was an OK teenage rebellion/hippie angst group with 2 big hits. (I won't even tell you what they are.) I got tired of listening to those 2 songs a long time ago. I cannot bear to listen to the same song thousands of times.
Jefferson Airplane was more interesting for what it spawned than for anything it did.
Jorma Kaukonen and David Casady left to form Hot Tuna, probably the best acoustic blues group of our era. That was adult music that stands up to re-listening from time to time.
What was left of the Airplane morphed into Jefferson Starship, one of the worst, most pompous and idiotic bands to ever take the stage. I attended their first concert at Winterland in San Francisco, and they were appallingly bad. Silly revolutionary posturing. California teenage melodrama delivered by people already approaching middle age.
The only redeeming feature of that concert was that Link Wray opened the bill, and he was outrageously great.
The old rockabilly hero strode onstage in full leather motorcycle regalia and brought down the house.
My life became exciting and enjoyable after I had kids and resigned myself to being an adult. Raising kids was the most enjoyable part of my life... at least it was until I started to be involved in raising grandkids, which is even more enjoyable. Sex and romance with adult women sure as hell beats teenage sex and romance. And, I had a great, engaging and rewarding career in tech. I was involved in every great advance in CD-ROM, internet and virtual reality tech.
Being an old man and a grandpa... well, it's a sublime pleasure most of the time. The downside, of course, is that my body is beginning to fail.
I see some good and exciting stuff ahead for me. So, no, I'm not going to waste away in teenage nostalgia.