Just read a very well written, heavy, depressing and thoguht-provoking post. Hmm, maybe that's not the best way to describe it to convince you to read it - LOL. I'll leave you with the opening paragraph:
I'm losing faith in the American public. It's getting bad, really bad. Recently, I've found myself asking: What happened to art? What happened to culture? What happened to sophistication? Who is the next Fellini? The next Bob Dylan? The next Jack Kerouac? The next Jim Morrison? The next James Joyce? When will we wake up and realize that everything popular today will be forgotten tomorrow?
and the ending paragraph:
I dread the day Bob Dylan dies. With his death, I fear that all remnants of great music, poetry, art and history will depart as well. Dylan, rescue us; leave us with a message. You're our only hope. Who will step up to the plate when you're gone? Who has the talent, the soul, the passion, the sophistication, and longevity to bring about the next Renaissance? Will it ever come? I'm worried it might be too late.You can decide if you want to read the whole thing here at The Weight