|IF THE TITLE IS THAT DUMB, MAYBE I SHOULD EXPLAIN WHY I USED IT|
IT'S because I figured "rock utopia" to be some place where everything is equal, all minds open, all souls free. Where everybody listens without prejudice. How fucking dull. What a fucking joke. What anathema to everything that pop music is about. What a complete hell on earth . . . all right, I'm lying. This essay has this title because I was listening to the George Michael album of the same name when phoned up by the organisers of this event, and I was drunk. So sue me.
I mean, how the fuck do you listen without prejudice? Isn't the whole point of pop music to gratuitously like or dislike someone just cos you don't like the colour of their shoes, the rub of their chin, the stench of their money? Really.
"When the day breaks, when the storm lulls, when your heart is full . . . "