Ipods, Internet, Commercialism, Recession, Television, Consumer marketing, MTV, X-Factor: whatever you choose to blame, the inevitable truth of the matter is that the music industry isn't what it once was.
Certainly there's money to be made as a disposable pop star if you're an attractive individual who's willing to sing someone else's songs wearing a minimum amount of clothing and a winning smile,
however for those who grew up dreaming of wielding a fender stratocaster in front of a crowd of thousands, the reality today is less Jimmy Page, more Del Boy.
Bands that in the sixties might have hired a scenic cottage in Wales for three months in order to achieve utter tranquility for the arduous album writing process, today must beg time off work for a three week tour that may or may not turn a profit. Not that this is likely to stop them. Whether they wail like Ozzy, destroy like Bonham, or violate a guitar like Hendrix - live it, breathe it, scrape dishes or pull pints for it – they will come, they will conquer, and they won't give up their day job.
We play because we like it, we work just for the pay.'
Rock Band Blues, Iron Claw