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Waiting for the Renaissance, Poem

Updated on April 16, 2013

Waiting For The Renaissance

“Take it from me. Heaven was

Detroit, Michigan. Who woulda

thunk it?”

– Lester Bangs

From your cloud

on high, you look down

onto a world full

of new music.

I never dreamed

it could get so bad

Half of what you hear

is synthesized

and none of the old bands

are around anymore.

What’s this thing

called MTV?

You don’t want to know.

It seems to have ruined

all that you remember.

And this rap

the kids listen to?

It’s like they’re trying to

master the beat poetry

of your day

with failing results.

I’m patiently waiting

for the renaissance!

There was Sinatra in the 40s,

you had Elvis in the 50s.

The Beatles ruled the

sound waves in the 60s,

and Led Zeppelin

called the shots in the 70s.

Since then, no one has been

listening to your advice.

No one plays like

Lou Reed anymore.

Why doesn’t anyone

put some soul into

their songs?

You long for sounds

like The Yardbirds,

The Faces, Iggy Pop,

The Guess Who.

In the days of Creem Magazine

and Hunter Thompson, you were

a man ahead of the rest.

Wenner at Rolling Stone

can stick it where the

sun don’t shine.

But now tell me,

do they play “Stairway”

Non-stop up there?

Don’t even get me started.


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