http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/music/rockandpopfeatures/8254476/Rocks-in-a-hard-place.html
In 2010, there were only three songs even loosely identifiable as rock in the whole of the UK’s top 100 bestselling tracks. To add insult to injury, the highest placed of these (at number 25) was a 30-year-old re-release from American AOR band Journey, Don’t Stop Believin’, which has taken on the status of a camp karaoke showtune following its adoption by The X Factor and US teen TV drama Glee.
Rock’s pathetic three per cent of the charts was down from an already rather sickly 13 per cent in 2009, and 27 per cent in 2008. Turn that into a hospital graph and the prognosis would be terminal.
Rock fared a little better in the album charts, accounting for 27 per cent of the UK’s top 100. But, before you get too excited and start jiving around the room to Danny & the Juniors’ Rock and Roll is Here to Stay, the figures bear closer examination.
Album sales are themselves falling dramatically, declining seven per cent (that’s physical and digital), while single sales actually increased by 5.9 per cent. Young consumers, in particular, interact with music culture through single downloads (or at least that part of the younger generation willing to pay for music at all). The crucible in which tastes are being formed is club-based, hip-hop inflected urban electronic music and the karaoke MOR culture of TV talent shows (witnessed in Glee club hits and the retro-styled success of artists such as Michael Buble and X Factor contestants).
Eina!
OK... most of what I'm interested in isn't going to fill the 02 arena and doesn't seem to have any interest in doing so.
But I do wonder... is the hair at the gigs that I do go to getting greyer and thinner? Are the people in the front rows going to be leaning on zimmer frames in a few years? Is the music that I like dying out? Am I a dinosaur?
I don't think it's wrong or unjust or anything. Le musique est mort, vive le musique! and all that. Things come, have their day, and go. The universe works that way.
Maybe I see my own increasingly looming mortality mirrored in the rise of the things other than the things that I like, different things.
Maybe it's different on the indy charts. There's a cheery thought.
Maybe rock is right-sizing.