From David Bowie to Prince and Leonard Cohen, demise has cast a long darknes over “the worlds” of popping and boulder. But, as more innovators reach a certain age, its something well have get used to
Trying to predict how record will adjudicate an era in dad is a famously tough bawl. Nostalgia spins and distorts what actually happened. Stuff that seemed enormously important then isnt always what seems important times on: idols get forgotten, strikes fade from recall, emphasis is subtly shifted to reflect precede the changing nature of experiences or to shape a wider narrative that wasnt evident at the time. Even so, it seems a fairly safe bet to say that when people look back on 2016, they are able to think about death.
Death was its first year big breakout virtuoso. The charts were full of it: posthumous stumbles strangled up the Top 40; the success of its first year most unexpected No 1 album Viola Beachs eponymous debut was down to the band and their directors deaths in a gondola gate-crash five months previously. No meticulously contrived stealth liberate, with its carefully cultivated air of astonish and obscured blow time, was as surprising as David Bowie or Princes death. Decembers traditional dad storey about the race for the Christmas number one was absolutely overshadowed by the death of George Michael. It was what people talked about: more column inches were occupied, more encompass to be delivered, more social media posts posted and blogs blogged about dad stars dying than about those who lived, even Beyonc or Kanye West.
There were clauses publicly mourning dead pa hotshots and sections examining the nature of publicly mourning dead pop whizs that posited beliefs that people were mourning not for the stars themselves or even for what they represented, but for their own lost youth, transfixed by Starman on Top Of The Pops or snogging to Careless Whisper at a neighbourhood disco or if they were too young to recollect the late stellars glory periods firsthand for a mythic, imaginary, perfect popping past they never knew: the strange decision of rock music obsession with its own record over the past 25 years.