And really, that last bit originally started out as a short piece on that one Residents album; but then as I started writing other things came to mind...other efforts in other decades that seemed to echo the spirit and sentiment of the artifact at hand. So: The work of three different artists in which, despite all their obnoxiousness and po-mo irony, there's a desolate and sometimes doleful narrative lurking underneath. Or so it always struck my ears. Ultimately, I suppose it has something to do with schizophrenic legacy of the 1960s -- revered by some, deeply reviled by others -- and how it's played out in the culture and the politics ever since.
At any rate, it may be the last I have to say on the 'retromania' matter for a while. Didn't set out to say much about this time, originally; that's just how it developed. As it is, I haven't even had a chance to read Simon's book. But thankfully I was just given a copy for my birthday, so I guess it's time to finally have at it.