The Decline of Western Civilization, As We Know It

I consider that the state of Art in a society is a clue to its level of accomplishment. I have seen the David and mighty works of the greats of the Italian and Dutch Renaissance. I love great poetry and other literature and thrill at the compositions of the masters. I consider, much modern music to be great but at a certain point thought we had reached our low point in the tide of musical times during the eighties with the depressing advent of, “Disco.” The advent hailed such great nasally sounds as, “Stayin’ Alive,” whined so eloquently by the likes of Barry Gibb of the Bee Gees. We got jangled by others like Donna Summer. The period saw the tragic break up of the Jackson family giving rise to such great one-time-hit performers as Jermaine and Tito. Likewise, and though I digress, Michael’s slide into plastic surgery oblivion and whatever else he was up to in Wonderland. The Disco rage also produced the overproduction of mirror balls and a world awash in slitted slinky synthetic styles and shirts with oversized collars and annoying geometric patterns not to mention the plethora of leisure suits. Now, I really thought that this was the low ebb, the bottom until yesterday, I heard a song actually called, “My Life Would Suck Without You…”