Blackwolf the Dragonmaster's Diary of Magecraft

Being a Chronicle of the Inner Secrets of, and Spells of Magick as Wielded by, the Philosopher of the Internet and Unofficial Sorcerer-in-Residence of the City of New York

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As New York's Unofficial Wizard, my mission is to encourage the Mortals of Manhattan to imagine responsibly!

Monday, October 16, 2006

Monday Morning Rant: The Case Against Music, 2006

It continues to become apparent to your humble Dragonmaster that the music business in general is becoming more and more cutthroat with every passing day. MTV has refused to even acknowledge its 25th Anniversary; this year's MTV Video Music Awards was lackluster at best, despite its return to Radio City Music Hall, and a perpetual snoozefest at worst; now, faced with the one-two punch of the closing, several hours ago, of the beloved punk icon CBGB's, and the imminent liquidation and shutdown of another significant music icon, Tower Records --- nay, my friends, 2006 thus far has been the worst year ever for the music business.

I have no choice, then, but to conclude that our last great musical hope may very likely be in the form of five unlikely freaks from Santa Claus' favorite city, Rovaniemi, Finnish Lapland. I refer, of course, to your Dragonmaster's Official Rock Band --- Lordi! Why Lordi? Because, thanks to their maniacal hit single Hard Rock Hallelujah, which they unleashed upon an unsuspecting world during last year's Eurovision Song Contest at Athens, Lordi taught us that if you can wreak havoc upon a musical generation and make the best available noise about it, you can damn well do anything!

Lordi and his fellow fiends have since spawned a new hit single, Who's Your Daddy?, and now, as I have reminded my loyal fans on our parent Dark Chambers website, Team Lordi will spending their Halloween Night in London, at the Forum. While I wish the fearless freaks of Lordi all the best, I must also again state that they are now all we musically have left in the waning weeks of 2006. Pop music is dead --- and the iPod and downloading per se have killed it! Terrestrial music radio is also dead, murdered by the likes of both XM and Sirius Satellite Radio! We are, put simply, Generation iPod --- and now Lordi is all we have left to help return to a groove severely tarnished by such musical fools as Clay Aiken, Ruben Studdard and Carrie Underwood! Only Mick and the boys still remain as ancient Knights determined not to go gentle into that good night; but who knows how much time is left on their side?

And pray, get me not started 'pon icky-poo Ryan Seacrest, with his own manical takeover of that longtime radio staple, American Top 40, that which of yore was ruled by that wise old sage Casey Kasem --- who of late has had to return his old stomping grounds --- Hanna-Barbera's Scooby-Doo --- just to get around! Aargh!

Bottom line, Mortals: music 2006 is dead, and the iPod killed it. I can't put it any plainer than that. Shouldst thou wish to disagree wi' me, you know what you need to do --- gimme an e-mail at either or

Master Blackwolf