"Legendary" Knucklehead Dies

Remember when "LEGENDARY" in music, meant something?

Here's Rolling Stone mourning somebody called "Frankie Knuckles," and then using their website to run a link to some long article on the "best 20 Chicago house" songs.

The once-relevant ROLLING STONE now caves in to being SO politically correct with shit forms of music by violent minorities.

A country artist wouldn't get this attention. Classical? HELL NO. Jazz? Definitely not. Musicians die all the time and most of them aren't mentioned by Rolling Stone at all.

But some fuckhead involved in stupid dance music...whooahhh, real important, right up there with the death of a Pete Seeger or Etta James. Really? We should know or care about "House" music? We should get worked up over ANY jerks who spin records, make scratching noises, and all the rest of that DJ-as-celebrity shit? We're supposed to want to sample a list and become "devoted" followers, when disco was shit, always will be shit, and there IS no dance music anymore?

At one time there were actual dances! By the time disco hit the fan, people could do any stupid move they pleased, as long as they were dressed up in expensive threads.

Pardon me for not mourning "Frankie Knuckles," who I guess walked with his knuckles dragging, or dragged his knuckles over shitty repetitive garbage on vinyl.

Most disc jockeys don't matter either. Very few did more than just talk over the first 15 seconds of every song with inane chatter. You could count on one hand the number of DJs who forcefully made stars out of musicians or pushed GOOD new acts. But some clod who stands around in a shitty dance club full of coked-up fucked-up rich-ass dimwits who don't know good music from dog shit? These aren't stars. The music itself isn't worth bothering with, much less some asshole who did nothing but scratch it backwards or play it through some very loud sound equipment.

More and more, utter garbage, mostly RAP and DANCE and techni-turd, is getting legitimized by the media, and by the arse-lickers at Rolling Stone who at one time championed only music that mattered...as when they put Lennon on the cover for two issues of interviews...and John consented because at that time Rolling Stone wasn't putting a Bieber-type on the cover, or praising some jerk for turning up the sound and scratching up records.

Eddie Lawrence died a few days ago. He had a Top 40 item. He created a unique character. He doesn't rate anything? Of course not, being an old Jew with no albums still in print, and his followers not likely to huff and push past a receptionist and pop a cap into some associate editor.

Frankie Knuckles. Yeah, a great loss, who should be mentioned in the same breath as John Lennon, Johnny Cash, Vladimir Horowitz or Miles Davis. "House" dance music....one day it'll be covered in schools instead of that white idiot Beethoven. What next, put his mug on a stamp? Maybe add his head to Mount Rushmore? Me, my tribute to Frankie Knuckles is raising my middle finger.