John Lennon's voice was taken from us by a madman, and George Harrison's silenced by cancer, but Paul McCartney's grows louder still. If there is a leader of the music world, a President of the United States of Rock, Paul wins unopposed on the first ballot.
Don't look now, but something important just happened on Mad Men. A major character, someone with real talent in the field, just rejected advertising. Someone who happens to be ad guru Don Draper's bright and shiny new wife.
"There's a great music scene in Austin, but if you really want to be seen by the right people and have the right opportunities, you need to be based in Los Angeles. Then again, because of the Internet, anything is possible from anywhere."
I realize that I risk becoming a cliche when I cry over the first notes of John Lennon's "Imagine" -- that song plucks the same chord in me as it does for progressive, idealistic do-gooders all over the world.
American culture is a youth culture. On television and the movies it sometimes seems that everything and everybody is permanently frozen at 28 years old and it's just the rest of us on the couch who break '50, '60 and '70.