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i had the chance to watch The Kids Are Alright again last night
& if you have not yet seen it i would strongly suggest you do so
(an excerpt from DVD Verdict)
At one point in time on this sad planet, there was no more perfect rock band than The Who. Now, you could champion Led Zeppelin with their stadium shake or name-check The Rolling Stones as the perennial nominee for the titan title. Maybe you're the kind that would move totally off the mainstream map and praise The Ramones or The Clash. No problem: each of these bands was great in their own way. But each also had their flaws, self-indulgent issues that kept them from reaching the precision that raises rock to the level of art. Not The Who. They reached total rock and roll consciousness. Outfitted like warriors, ready to battle those who would keep the youth from experiencing the raw energy and rebellion in the power chord or snare drum snap, Pete Townshend, Roger Daltrey, John Entwistle, and Keith Moon personified the reactionary within the regularity of misfits from the wrong side of the tracks. They were four self-effacing blokes who could blast an arena with their four-part vibrancy and still mesmerize a listener with their musical complexity. And always, buried within their sonic rumble and rage, snippets of humor and humble truth slowly seeped out. For The Who, life was indeed a teenage wasteland, a place where the new boss was just like the old boss and the hope that we would die before we got old seemed romantic and right for the times.
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