I moved my Michael Jackson records to the garage this weekend. I don't foresee a time when I will feel like listening to "Off The Wall." At least, that's how I feel now. My Jackson Five hits compilation is sitting on a chair. I am undecided about that one. Yet, I have no problem listening to The Ronettes, The Righteous Brothers or Darlene Love.
"Stray Cat Blues" is a monumental cringe maker and creep fest. How many of us stopped listening to "Beggars Banquet?"
In 1978, "Manhattan" was a Woody Allen masterpiece and "Love & Death" was (and still is) one of the funniest films ever made. Now, they are exhibits A & B., and Allen hasn't been found guilty of anything except really bad decisions.
Have you listened to any blues recordings lately? "Back Door Man," anyone? Wasn't John Lennon a wife beater? Didn't he rather see someone dead than to be with another man? He wrote it, so it must be true. No more Beatles.
When does this end? Is it a judgement call? Is molesting children worse than murdering a spouse? In prison, the answer is probably yes. But what do we do? Is not listening to "Billie Jean" the right thing to do? Should I no longer get chills hearing the opening of "Be My Baby?"
Confused In Queens