An Exit Anthem to Rock And Roll, a farewell to
The Big Generation. And yes, try the word: R e q u i e m.
Oh, my young-forever sisters and brothers; remember crying our heart out at The Beatles concert? How we knew we will never get old, never ever, let alone - and I've made friends with words I've never known, like "requiem" and yes, that one, too - die. I even embrace them. Because I know, I still know that we will never die; we will never get old; oh yes, you are as beautiful to me as you were then - and let me tell you you were beautiful and that's how you will stay 'till eternity and that's how I see you and that's how you'll live in my world forever.
But what will be the World like without all those monumental heroes of rock's first generation? Because one day even they will fall from the skies; supernovas iconic to the sweeping, most far-reaching, change-it-all music and culture that meant everything to The Generation that worshipped them. Just how is it possible, that someday soon we, who were supposed to be immortal and forever-young, will all join John and George, Brian and Jimmy and Janis and all the rest? No, as I said before, not by dying - just by not being here in the physical sense. And then, instead of a star-studded sky there will be a new night with only little pale shooting stars reflected in the lonely waters of the River Mersey and the San Francisco Bay...