Zepplin is tedious, so please get over it

What's a blog for if not expressing redundant opinions? Just like in the last post, I resisted commenting on this earlier, but I can't help it now. The Led Zepplin fans have swarmed on Salon to attack Neal Pollack for saying he thinks Green Day is better than Zepplin, and frankly, they need to get a life. (So says the woman who is attacking the attackers on her blog.)

Here's my opinion, and you're welcome to disagree, if you'd like. But don't think I won't worry that I will soon be spotting you at a kegger with your hair in a ponytail wondering why the cute girl who looks like Bjork won't talk to you. Zepplin is a tedious bore. And demanding that other fans kneel before them in worship, and thereby kneeling before their tedious fans in adolation is exactly why people feel the need to pick on them, their fans and muscle cars, just to cover all our bases.

Am I an insufferable hipster because I hate Zepplin? Sure, why not? I don't think I really have the time to be an insufferable hipster and my attitude is far too "Gee, shucks" really to pull it off, but whatever. Regardless of my reasons for saying so, the fact of the matter is that classic rock is a fucking racket. The only purpose behind setting aside certain bands from the 60s and 70s and deeming them "classic" is to flatter male Boomers. And to dare say that anything else might be better is apparently to cause an entire generation's balls to retreat directly into their bodies, as is evidenced by this letter.

Pollack continues to undermine his credibility by publicly proclaiming his ignorance of the existence of one the preeminent guitar legends of classic rock -- Dickey Betts.

The bottom line is how can a person be a music critic, and actually a published author, while seemingly possessing the musical acumen of a pre-pubescent teenage suburbanite?

Aw, seriously--fuck that. I don't think you have to be braindead to like rock music or anything, but this guy used the words "preeminent" and "acumen" in the same fucking letter about a rock band that took a bunch of classic blues riffs, tore them shit, barfed them all over the stage and got their cocks sucked nightly for it.

And younger people who worship the music of the Boomers at the expense of all that came before or after? Have some dignity, please.

I am calling you naive -- actually, ignorant, naive and/or biased. I think you need to do some homework on Zeppelin. Just because your teeny-bopper days were spent listening to Green Day (as were some of mine) doesn't make this a monumental band. You can make such a statement because you've heard "Stairway to Heaven" on the radio.

Slurring Green Day as the music of your teeny-bopper days--oooh, burn! God knows that Led Zepplin always had a fan base of mature, thoughtful adults, as my mother no doubt was when she got her first Zepplin album in high school. Don't let the giggly inscriptions in her yearbook fool you--she was a first class burgeoning music critic. And sure, it may have seemed that my stoner dad and his friends just liked to smoke pot and listen to Zepplin and Floyd and yes, Fleetwood Mac to pass the time, but they knew that they were making music history. How could they not?

Like Zepplin if you want to, but I got sick of the adulation in high school and I'm sad to see even younger people than me falling for this shit. Anyway, it's downright cruel to worship Led Zepplin or even listen to a radio program that says, "Get the Led out" at any point in its broadcast. Robert Plant's ego is big enough and if it gets any bigger, he may blow up from the pressure. Hmmmm....then again, maybe it would be best to keep puffing him up.