1996 is when the flood lights kicked on and the party officially ended. The Telecommunications Act was signed by Silly Bill Clinton which was the death knell for independent regional radio. This, commensurate with the emergence of Pro Tools, quantized beats and auto tuned drivel replacing extant and budding musical talent, accelerated dumbed down homogeneity, eviscerated Media competition and killed Rock. NAFTA was hitting its stride and further accelerated the offshoring of US manufacturing. The brief flicker and flame of a brighter future sparked when The Wall came down 6 years prior was pissed on and away by Machiavellian puppeted clowns.
The Children of the OKC Federal Building… Branch Davidians… Ross Perot… The Iraqi People… The Iranians under the Shah… The Vietnamese… The Koreans… The Chinese… The Japanese… The Germans… The Germans (again)… The Russians… The Sovereign People of the Nation of Hawaii… The Americans killed by Lincoln… would probably like a word with you.
Yep..yep..yep...Agreed. However, the soundtrack to all of the afore listed heinous episodic foul fuckery was imbued with a sense of tangible talent and musical breathability. Post 96 saw the rise and primacy of digitized compression and a lowest common denominator snap beat, scratch pickled, grating, slouch to the middling yawn fest dregs. The demise of regional radio and was a definitive line of demarcation things had just gone from bad to worse.
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