Rock Book Denounces Colostomy Rock

[michelej1]

I was just reading reviews of NY Times editor John Strausbaugh's book and this excerpt caught my eye. The book is 7 years old, but I didn't see this until now:

ROCK 'TIL YOU DROP
http://www.amazon.com/Rock-Til-You-D...9342260&sr=8-2

The Decline From Rebellion To Nostalgia

Were you, for instance, a Fleetwood Mac fan? I never quite got their massive appeal myself. To me, Fleetwood Mac - the mid-to-late-1970s edition of Fleetwood Mac, 'Rhiannon' and all that - was just Abba with a decent drummer. Be that as it may, if you were a fan of Fleetwood Mac in the 1970s, why on earth would you want to see them reunited as middle-aged has-beens in the late 1990s, performing a nostalgia stage act of 25-year-old hit songs? How could you look at the once-svelte Stevie Nicks and not cringe to see her overweight and stuffed like a sausage into some girdle or corset torture device so constricting she literally could not move in it, her pancake make-up thick and hard as china, her hair a straw fright wig, her once fetchingly crackled voice a scary croak?

Or how about the middle-aged Eric Clapton? Were you still thinking Clapton was God by, say, 1980? How about after the easy-listening Miller Beer commercials? How about after his son died and he wrote that hideously mawkish song for him and then would not stop playing it everywhere he went, year after year?