This is a heinous, heinous fucking movie. And I despised it long before the sheer venality of having a 70's rock 'n roll band do a goddamn bus hootanany to an Elton John song. I played in rock and roll bands for 23 years, and blues, and country. I NEVER met a bar or traveling musician who could stomach Elton John. Is this a small problem of veracity or verismilitude? I think not, my friends. But their are larger and phonier assholes to despise, and rock journalists in general, and wimptoids like Cameron Crowe in particular. The very definition of a "rock journalist" is: Someone who grows up largely in their suburban bedroom, imagining to themselves 'meanings' to the masurbatory interpretations of rock music they shovel into their own brains like refined sugar. But hey, there's really only one concept the "rock jounralists" don't undersand about rock, but unfortunately, it's the one they're most incapable of. Rock was a REACTION against certain intolerable cultural ickinesses -- Patty Page, early Richard Nixon, McCarthy, homeroom teachers and haircut regulations, Ozzie-and-Harriet. A more complete list is available if you want. But Crowe, on the other hand, thinks that the 'meaning' of rock is precisly it's antithesis. This is fucking intolerable. And so are little narcisstic twerps like him.
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