Well, by now you have figured out that I change my mind routinely about the future of my beloved rock'n'roll. It's not complicated when I stand on my soapbox and holler, "Rock'n'roll is dead! Long live rock'n'roll!" I just change my mind that often.
Clearly the music business is on it's heels just now. Fine. The music business put it there. You have new crooks, young crooks trying to pick up the pieces. Buzzards scavenging the bones left by the "major labels."
We've got geniuses out there, too. Some of them will be in the right place at the right time when the bip bam boom rises from the ashes. If Ray Charles had come along a decade earlier we might never have heard him.
Leave the front porch light on, Pops.