Rock is in its second childhood. Senility is not pending, but familiarity certainly is, as rock's raffishness gets currycombed by nostalgia, spiffed up and repackaged for more genteel consumption. The musical past is being reprocessed, in all sorts of unlikely places, from shopping malls to concert stages. A second generation is starting to catch the beat of the music their parents grew up with, the music that, very often, helped their parents grow up. If all that is a little disorienting, or even baffling, remember the words of the classic R.-and-B. tune: "The little girls understand."
That is precisely the sort...
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