If you ever wonder why people think thumpy, moronic rap music is vital and innovative, review this clip... It's because white rockers are, forty years later, recycling their parent's stupidities without improvement. This is the truth. Nobody's as good as Sly Stone or EWF were in their prime, and people in urban musical cultures have the good sense not to try to do that again. But over here Caucasian Suburbia, sexless, spazoid children of divorce pretend it's all about the energy, man, the energy. If you slimed down Conan's necktie and put this clip on VHS cassette and told someone it was from the end of the Carter administration, could anyone call your bluff?

No. Rock is dead, dead. Toast. Dead. Vapor. Gone. AWOL. A memory. Choir-invisible. Embarrassing.