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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.
On a certain level I’m with you. But I would argue that commemorating and glorifying are two different methods of grief. Hoffman’s death in no way glorifies heroin. He was a universally respected actor with a young family who died because he succumbed to an addiction he had been battling for most of his adult life. I don’t think anyone is picking up the magazine and thinking, “man, I want to get famous and then be found dead with a needle in my arm so I can make the cover of Rolling Stone” (do people even have that as a dream any more?). If anything, the tragedy of Hoffman’s death is going to keep people from trying heroin, not convince people that there is some glory behind it.
Beside that, the worst thing about us is not what defines us as individuals. Hoffman’s death was a tragic waste, but his life is something worth remembering and honoring – at least as much as a the career of a rich kid rapper bitching about how he didn’t get a text after losing an award.
“Look you guys! How great is it that I’m so humble!?!?!?”
I don’t know if I agree with that. I mean, there is a pretty broad spectrum of cathartic self-confessional albums, and Plastic Ono Band is so angry while Benji is very resigned. I think that’s a function of Kozelek being almost twenty years older than Lennon was when he recorded Plastic Ono.
However, I can absolutely see Benji reminding someone of the imaginary album John Lennon would have recorded around 1992. It’s not too hard to imagine Lennon releasing a raw, self-confessional album about growing old and facing mortality that would fit in there nicely with Bone Machine, Harvest Moon, Time Out of Mind and others. And it would be great.
[Mark David Chapman remains such a fucking cunt.]
I don’t know. That was definitely the most dour, bleary and turgid version of “Silly Love Songs” I ever heard.
a) Women writers are very under-represented on that list, but hardly absent.
b) The list was for the best 100 best novels originally published in the English language in the 20th century. So the whole lack of non-English speakers was less a function of narrow-mindedness than a function of ability to understand instructions. Might as well complain about them leaving off Tolstoy.
c) Say what you will about the utility of ranking things, but that list is hardly an embarrassment (the public list – yes, but people are fucking idiots). Sure, there are some omissions that I would like to see on there. But there really is nothing really close to saying the Arctic Monkeys wrote one of the best 10 songs of all time.
Yeah, I like Jeff Buckley too, but his version is a cover of a John Cale arrangement (and slight lyrical re-working) of a Leonard Cohen song. At a certain point, how many degrees of removal is too much? How could they forget John Eliot Gardiner’s “Agnus Dei” from Bach’s Mass in B minor.
Oh, and if they were going to include a Cohen song, it should have been “Famous Blue Raincoat.”