Posting on message boards doesn't neccessarily equate to musical importance. The music has little to do with it in some cases. I post and discuss for many reasons, importance of discussion about music isn't high on the priority list.
To each their own. I could take it or leave it. I think the point is there isn't enough vitality and excitement and in the general geo political climate it really does seem for the most part shallow and superficial to want to party while ship goes down.
I'm reminded of the Joe Walsh song 'bubbles' from his excellent 1985 'confessor' album
“Bubbles” by Joe Walsh
Floating on a bubble while the world goes down the drain.
Somebody pulled the plug, the dirty dishes still remain.
And when the bubble bursts that’s the worst for those who play dirty games.
While the world goes down the drain, down the drain.
Floating on a bubble, slipping on the soap,
Standing in the tub insane.
While the world goes down the drain.
And that’s the rub, reality is so hard to explain.
Meanwhile the world goes down the drain, down the drain.
So I’m floating on a bubble while the world goes down the drain.
Slipping on the soap, running out of rope,
But all and all I can’t complain,
And that’s the rub according to the rules of the game.
The world’s going down the drain,
When the bubble bursts you might as well drink the cork and pop the champagne.
When the bubble bursts, the world goes down the drain.
and 'the confessor' itself
“The Confessor” by Joe Walsh
If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,
What you see is only on the surface.
When you try to see the meaning hidden underneath,
The measure of the depth can be deceiving.
The bottom has a rocky reputation.
You can feel it in the distance, the deeper down you stare.
From up above it's hard to see but you know it when you're there.
On the bottom words are shallow, on the surface talk is cheap.
You can only judge the distance by the company you keep.
In the eyes of the Confessor.
In the eyes of the Confessor,
There's no place you can hide.
You can't hide from the eyes (of the Confessor)
Don't you even try.
In the eyes of the Confessor
You can't tell a lie,
You cannot tell a lie (to the Confessor)
Strip you down to size,
Naked as the day that you were born,
Naked as the day that you were born.
Take all the trauma, drama, comments,
The guilt and doubt and shame.
The what if's and if only's,
The shackles and the chains,
The violence and aggression,
The pettiness and scorn,
The jealousy and hatred,
The tempest and discord,
And give it up!
what can we say that hasn't been said by others much more eloquently and put to music ?