yeah, what I meant was ... whatever thing you are into - you want to see that represented to its maximum degree. The performer represents you, as the protagonist in your own psychodrama. This is why music/youth movements like Punk, Goth, Industrial, straight edge, metal, (etc) get such vehement proponents ... it's not because the music is so good, it's because it means so much to them. It is them, as they want to be.beatmunga wrote:
Angstrom: brilliantly put. However, not everyone, even every teen, sees strutting macho sexuality as cool. Some find it threatening, others find it crass. Some teens find an emotionless, cold, well dressed one finger synth player the epitome of cool. I know I did as a teen, and so did millions of others like me in the 80s (I realise that this is a very European thing - the US never really bought it).
As an aside: Russell Brand was once asked how he was so popular with women, he answered "it's simple, just represent what's missing in their lives"
Sadly by the time I saw James Brown he was past his prime and addicted to doing retro-medleys rather than 15 minute groove workouts.Despite my cynicism of live popular music I have always maintained that there were only two acts in the world that I would like to see live - James Brown and Kraftwerk.
Perhaps these represent the two extremes of the wish fulfilment spectrum for me - James the passionate, instinctive, funky, gaudy, bust a move sex machine vs Kraftwerk the cerebral, intellectual, clinical, motionless well dressed technicians.
Left it too late for The Hardest Working Man in Show Business, sadly. The Kraftwerk lineup has changed almost to the point of irrelevance now. But at their peak, these acts had a stage prescence that spoke to me, even through the TV screen.
It didn't hurt that their music was the dogs bollocks, too.
I saw Bootsy and Phelps Collins in about 94 and they were still rockin it with a funky hot show, Bootsy getting all fevered up and diving into the crowd "I gotta be with my people", and the band trying to persuade him back onto the stage ... and he keeps turning back. Hilarious. Just as fake as the old J.B. cape shenanigans, and just as entertaining. I guess it comes from the gospel tradition. I love that pantomime shit.