Lost Generation

Culture and tradition is shit for most of cyber urchins. But when you really get down to it, many are out there waiting to get a chance to learn with real persons they can relate and feel at ease with.

A few years back, I used to have a column called "Dear Mug". A play on "beer mug" inspired by a comment that the young generation would always ignore formality, education, and authority, and spit it all out over a bottle of beer. It appeared in the music magazine Rock'n Rhythm. It received rough, profound, enlightening, shittiest and revealing letters from the young generation. All in all, these were honest letters, trying to connect in a busy, corporate rat race world we have. Voices that could be easily drowned in traffic, work, responsibilities, not to include stress.

While there are massive campaigns to get attention, loyalty, and all material gains out there every second, the young, and even a few "matured" or old ones swim in a sea of this webby wilderness, trying to get attention, trying to get a little appreciation, time and solace, from a throng of strangers they meet online.

I'd like to revive "dear Mug" with the aim to connect with individuals, young and old, and give what they want to know in the most humane way I can, over a bottle of spirited drink, if necessary...

Yes, baby, rock'n roll is it. It's a culture. And it cannot be dirty all the time.