Seriously cultural

It always confuses me when people complain about the lack of quality in popular culture. I am not even thinking about the general lack of quality that sort of defines the popular in popular culture (though that is certainly true). I am thinking instead of the suggestion that once upon a time (wherever that may have been) there was generally great quality in popular culture. A baby boomer may recount nostalgically that in the 60s, the time of Dillon and Joplin, pop music was full of giants. He probably no longer stays up late, so he has not seen the late night infomercial for 60’s compilations: discs and discs and more discs of the most trite bobble gum pop in human history! A “serious” art lover may counter that in the great classical age, geniuses like Mozart and Beethoven ruled the scene. The misguide thing probably is not serious enough to read how these two distained the prevailing mediocre wind of their days. To find true greatness, one must shifts through pop culture like a miner shifts through rubbles, and if you are lucky you may find just a speckle of gold dust that you may hold and treasure. But then, most of the time, it is like fishing: just enjoy the scenery.