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I’m late, but I couldn’t pass up the golden opportunity to share the best rock review ever written. And the mothefucking Dean, Robert Christgau, only needed a paragraph to do it. Enjoy:
Prince: Dirty Mind [Warner Bros., 1980]
After going gold in 1979 as an utterly uncrossedover falsetto love man, he takes care of the songwriting, transmutes the persona, revs up the guitar, muscles into the vocals, leans down hard on a rock-steady, funk-tinged four-four, and conceptualizes–about sex, mostly. Thus he becomes the first commercially viable artist in a decade to claim the visionary high ground of Lennon and Dylan and Hendrix (and Jim Morrison), whose rebel turf has been ceded to such marginal heroes-by-fiat as Patti Smith and John Rotten-Lydon. Brashly lubricious where the typical love man plays the lead in “He’s So Shy,” he specializes here in full-fledged fuckbook fantasies–the kid sleeps with his sister and digs it, sleeps with his girlfriend’s boyfriend and doesn’t, stops a wedding by gamahuching the bride on her way to church. Mick Jagger should fold up his penis and go home. A
Actually, copyright laws aren’t terribly clear at all. Mostly that’s because an idea that was adopted to give creators an equity stake in their work (thereby promoting the production of works of artistic interest, which is in the interest of the common good), has been increasingly interpreted as a property right over the past century plus.
Plus, there is the issue of fair use. Since neither group planned on profiting on the supposed violation of Henley copyright, and since substantial changes were made from the original work, they would have a fairly solid fair use defense if this ever made it to court.
So, let me get this straight. You don’t see your views as being self-righteous, you just have a strong belief that your opinions are fundamentally right while the views of others are fundamentally wrong? (Checks dictionary.)
And, what’s more, if someone, outside of a particular class, makes a case for the mere validity of their views, THEY are the ones behaving self-righteously?
Generally speaking, saying people who disagree with you just “need to step the fuck back and listen” while “shut(ing) the fuck up” may be a decent way to dominate the conversation, but it’s a pretty shitty way of making a convincing point. Her (and your own) critique would be a lot more effective if it appeared less concerned with the former goal and more focused on the latter.
Personally, I think “Imagine” is trying to do something that “Give Peace a Chance” had already done. I also think the latter is a better song, but wouldn’t include either in my subjective list.
It’s somewhat terrible, but I’ve always loved “Woman Is the N*igger of the World.” Yeah, it’s preachy and it’s off the worst pre-70s Beatles solo album, but it’s also big and ballsy. Plus, John’s vocal delivery is pretty amazing. “New York City” is a pretty great song off that album too.
There are also a couple versions of songs off “Anthology” that are way better than the studio tracks released on the mid-70s albums. “One Day at a Time” is one that particularly comes to mind.
Can’t really fault you for sticking with the early and late stuff with a few exceptions. I’m a sucker for “Watching the Wheels,” but good list.
yes for “ask her for adderall”
god i love that song
But would you boycott a friend or family member’s funeral because you didn’t believe in glorifying cigarette smoking? Hoffman is dead, he isn’t asking for your sympathy. You’re not proving a point about the dangers of drug use by condemning expressions of grief. You’re basically arguing that the most talented actor of his generation is not worthy of our remembrance because he had demons.
Just realized that I forgot to edit the front end of this sentence. I’m pretty sure lung cancer is not sexually transmitted, not even by Catherine Zeta Jones.
So I guess syphilis, AIDS, and lung cancer should actually be referred to as ST”D”s.