You may go if you wish. But remember this:
walk away now and you walk away from your crafts, your
skills, your vocations, leaving the next generation with
nothing but recycled, digitally-sampled techno-grooves,
quasi-synth rhythms, pseudo-songs of violence-laden gangsta-rap,
acid pop, and simpering, saccharine, soulless slush.
Depart now and you forever separate yourselves
from the vital American legacies of Robert Johnson, Muddy
Waters, Willie Dixon, Jimmy Reed, Memphis Slim, Blind Boy
Fuller, Louis Jordan, Little Walter, Big Walter, Sonny Boy
Williamson I and II, Otis Redding, Jackie Wilson, Elvis Presley,
Lieber and Stoller, and Robert K. Weiss...
Turn your backs now and you snuff out the fragile
candles of blues, R&B and soul, and when those flames
flicker and expire, the light of the world is extinguished
because the music which has moved mankind from seven decades
leading to the millennium will wither and die on the vine
of abandonment and neglect.
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