McCartney and Dylan. All the remaining Stones. Weirdly I’ll miss a world without Robert Plant in it. Springsteen.
Bowie’s passing was sad but he had been sick and had become reclusive. The fact that he went out with a new weird, challenging legit record was a surprise. Prince was a shock as he seemed a force of nature who was eternal.
I’m not looking forward to a world without any Beatles in it. And living at the same time as Dylan has been a treat. He still has the capacity to surprise. I like knowing the Stones are around. Same goes for Plant who has aged with surprising grace.
I’ve spent a lot of my mental and artistic and critical energy brushing the teeth of dead monsters, so I’m not relishing a world where what passes for beloved cultural treasures and living legends is Macklemore and fucking Fred Durst.
I miss the comfort of the late 20th century. I feel like one of those late period Victorians forced to live bewildered and unhappy in the horror show of the first half of the 20th century.