It's all a blur, really. All these ages that have spun by, the endless parade of faces and names, ideas and their detractors.
Take Lana Del Rey. What's that all about? A woman clearly in love with David Lynch movies, Lauren Bacall and possibly nose candy.
She croons her ballads, looks as smokey and sultry as she can, and all the while most folk don't seem to notice that she's a hideous composite of everything that should be abhorred in the popular music charts: retro-pastiche.
Why are people buying into this? And she insists on hanging out with the likes of Marilyn Manson (probably because his very name is a retro-pastiche, and she gets all gooey just saying it: "Marilyn Manson") If anything, Marilyn Manson has the very pseudonym Lana covets.
But as I've said before and elsewhere, the hipster beasts and teenage oddball boys are ...