Baby boomer rocker Grace Slick has slammed Fleetwood Mac and other silver-haired hippies for long outstaying their welcome and not bowing out gracefully.
The former Jefferson Airplane singer has lamented how awfully embarrassing most folks of her generation, such as Fleetwood Mac, now look when they get up on stage and start gyrating like ecstatic turkeys who have just escaped the Christmas chopping block.
The flower power songbird responsible for such classics as “White Rabbit” has called on her fellow pensioners, who still enjoy partying like it’s 1969, to wake up and smell the roses by conducting themselves with a little more dignity and allowing the curtain to finally fall on their own particular act in the greater show that is the rock n’ roll circus.
Once upon a time, rock n’ roll was a young man’s game. When the likes of Elvis Presley, Little Richard, Gene Vincent, Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry, and Buddy Holly all got together in the chemistry lab to cook up the teenage dream many moons ago, they put a sign on the door that read, “No admittance to boring old bastards.”
Of course, that’s all changed now, and the “boring old bastards” have not only stormed the lab, they’ve taken the raw and undiluted product Elvis and the boys pulled from the fire and rejigged, repackaged, reissued, and resold it to create a billion dollar empire, they can comfortably rule the roost from.
Of whom do we speak? Why the baby boomer rocker, of course. These children of the 1960s and 70s, with their wild and untamed visions, may have once bottled lightning and cooked up their own unique brand of the good stuff in the magic lab, but they’re now all out of juice and running on empty, yet still they keep ploughing their furrows like farmers with nowhere else to go.
As the Inquisitr reported in an earlier article, “The baby boomer’s boom just refuses to be silenced. Even though their faces are shot to hell, their clothes ill-fitting, their bellies bloated, their skin sagging, their eyes bloodshot, their timing erratic, and their sensibilities shattered, these boomers with their guitars, their worshipful hordes, their fat wallets, their ridiculous haircuts and constant reminiscing about their glorious heyday, remain a diabolical force of nature, hell-bent on denying the youth of today a voice or opportunity to call their own, unless the boomers are given carte blanche to stamp their big, flabby, flatulent footprint all over it.”
In an interesting turn of events, one of their own has broken their revered ranks of the baby boomer army to come forward and speak out against the travesty of old people outstaying their welcome and cluttering up the airwaves with their tuneless noise.
WENN reports that former San Francisco flower child Grace Slick has confessed she left it 10 years too late before she retired at the age of 50 in 1989, and the 76-year-old insists that rockers should retire at 40 if they don’t want to be remembered as some sort of joke.
“I saw a film of Fleetwood Mac doing something, and I was okay as long as I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t look at them. They sounded great, and if I looked away and imagined young people singing I was okay with it.
“There’s something about old people singing rock n’ roll lyrics that bothers me – it just doesn’t match.
“I saw a film of Fleetwood Mac doing something, and I was okay as long as I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t look at them. They sounded great, and if I looked away and imagined young people singing I was okay with it.”
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