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I don't think the 'lack of creative work ethic' thing only applies to now.
From my own experience, I left school, and due to socio-economic problems, fucked off the idea of university and got a job. There really only seemed to be one job which I was qualified for, and which was vaguely interesting/facilitated a move to London. I don't mean one type of job - I mean one actual vacancy.
Meanwhile I was writing songs and recording demos at about a rate of 1 per week for me, plus one a fortnight for each of the bands I was playing in. Everyone I admired in music had been prolific in the extreme, so I aspired to that, hoping that quality would eventually appear like a needle in the haystack of quantity; and to a certain extent it did.
I got exploited to fuck in my job, and quit. Signed on, and also got fucked around by incompetents.
Meanwhile, a lot of the people I was involved with creatively did nearly fuck all. They were a lazy and deluded bunch of cunts on the whole, predominantly middle-class (but not entirely), and fundamentally unaware of what I meant when I said I had no money or no place to sleep, because on the quiet their parents took care of all that. They were driven by consumption, although the stuff they craved differed from the proclivities of 20-somethings today, and if they managed to cobble together a single bassline or one flyer for a hypothetical gig over the course of 3 months, they considered themselves redeemed as bona fide artists and creative iconoclasts.
And I've heard similar stories from creative people who were doing their thing shortly after the birth of the teenager, and the commencement of lusting after cathode-packaged American dreams on English shores.
The population is soaring, more and more people (or their parents) live on credit to afford themselves a jelly-brained and deeply unfulfilling life of leisure, and the media is evermore ubiquitous, increasing our awareness of the number of useless cunts that are out there, masquerading as artists and artisans.
It has always been shit, it's currently shit, and it'll always be shit; but it's great at the same time.