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Photo illustration by Griffin Lotz. In the wee hours of August 1st,someone flipping through their channels might have come across the image of a rocket blasting into space. The familiar sight of Neil Armstrong exiting his lunar module and walking on the moon would fill the TV screen. At this point, viewers might have a few questions, like: Is this like a radio station on TV? A year later, no one was asking that last question. Virtually everyone knew what a music video was, and they wanted their MTV. The network revolutionized the music industry, inspired a multitude of copycat programming, made many careers, and broke more than a few. Entire genres and subgenres — from hip-hop to grunge to boy-band pop to nu metal — became part of the mainstream.

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It usually takes a while — a decade or two — before we can look back at a actual era of American life and accompany it as something coherent, something whose every aspect is marked by individual overarching mood. It takes a a few amount of hindsight to notice how all the wildly different reactions ancestor had to the moment were allay, in the end, reactions to the same thing; all the different poses they adopted were still being struck against the same backdrop. But this era — this year, and the last one, and one or two before that — might be an exception. Musicians are no exception. All the same there is, in certain genres, a load of all that as well.