The other night I was in Camden’s Dublin Castle in a gaggle of people digging a cool rock band. I had a flashback to the movie Singles, set against the early 90s grunge scene in Seattle. Its storyline, while not only or strictly about music, features scenes where gaggles of people dig cool rock bands playing in small clubs. It looked cool to me at a time when I was a young musician desperate to play in front of gaggles of people who would dig my band.
In 2017, many column inches were devoted to the demise of rock music. Rightly so. It’s been a pretty comatose genre. Just as it was in the early 90s, before grunge took off, when you could choose between Guns’n’Roses and some other vapid hair metal band. On the evidence of the other night, I’d make the bold prediction that we are about to go through another explosion of rock.
Call it a gut feeling.