I don’t imagine I was the only counterculture personality who smiled at the news–news? really?–that the goddess Oprah planned to shut down her televised bubble gum juggernaut in 2011.
Now I may be totally off base with this, but when Oprah wasn’t giving away cars to focusing on the medical ailment du jour, she’d pad her show with dark and wicked tales of youth gone awry and the parents trying to save their souls. Goths, punks, headbangers, and their kindred were an especially favorite target, what with their prescribed sociopathic appearance and demeanor–or that’s how the audience was supposed to see them. This was especially true after the Columbine incident and the two gunboys (who, for the record, were not goth, punk, or headbanger) lovingly dubbed the Trenchcoat Mafia.
Yes, those were interesting times. I’d say they were dark times, but that would be paying into the stereotype. But our good old Oprah, the woman with her finger on the pulse of a nation, was as fast to frame music fans as anyone else. If any of us get wide berth today, I blame Oprah and anyone else who took the concept of being different and warped it into something not just negative, but to be feared.
I haven’t even gotten into my real reason for disliking Ms. Winfrey. You see, gunning for musical genres means attacking music. Remember the late 1980′s and Tipper Gore’s crusade against naughty lyrics? Oprah decided to bring an entire circus onto her show to “discuss” the issue. The panel on March 7 1990 included Gore as well as Jello Biafra, former frontman of the Dead Kennedys and advocate of artistic rights. Continue reading “Thanks For Nothing, Oprah!” »