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Well, the internet has changed how people interact in a weird way: what used to be private thoughts or things shared between friends or in low key conversations are now aired out in this very public setting in a way that affects people. I don’t think this is revolutionary, and I’m not even sure it’s necessarily bad, but it’s certainly cause for reflection. So while whether the internet has changed the quality of public discourse at all is unclear, certainly the line between public and private has blurred considerably. This makes your life very strange if you’re even a semi-public figure. Future’s weird, dog.
“Empire State of Mind” is and always has been complete garbage, a sterling example of how vapid and pointless all songs about New York have become. The “where dreams are made of” line you reference has always boggled my mind. How did anyone let that slide? Ugh. I just can’t take anymore of this “gee whiz! The Big Apple!” bullshit.
There should be a moratorium on songs about NYC (and California, for that matter, but I’ll table that discussion for now). No one has anything to say about NYC that hasn’t already been said. If you want to write about New York State, though, by all means do it! I’ve never heard a good song about Buffalo or Rochester. Write a song about the Finger Lakes! They look like fingers for Christ’s sake! That’s interesting! Just don’t write a song about how magic NYC is, because fuck that. Put your finger anywhere on a map of the states, and you’ll have found something more worthy of examination than NYC. Write a song about Wyoming! It’s crazy! Fucking geysers and shit! I’ve just had it with songs about this fucking city –– it’s the height of laziness.
“Great to hear Tommy Lee on the skins here, but I’m still waiting for a new Methods of Mayhem album!” — the saddest person in the world.
How dare they besmirch the good name of Butte legend Evel Knievel with such tawdriness! Is what the only person ever to be sober at Evel Knievel Days might have said, if it was conceivable that an attendee of that august event could possibly have a BAC below .15
I was just thinking about how tired I was of all these stupid surprise gimmicks artists have been pulling. This makes me realize that’s just because I don’t like any of those people, because I think this is wonderful. Color me (for once) pleasantly surprised.
Well it’s better than “Rich Girl,” so that’s something.*
*Note: statement may apply to almost every song ever released.
Still taking applications for greatest malfunctioning rock star, though –– that slot’s been vacant since Fred Durst and Scott Stapp stopped being relevant.
It’s a good career move when you think about it. “Conspiratorial Malthusian/ second-tier R&B performer Chris Brown” is quite a bit more palatable than “infamous domestic abuse perpetrator/ second tier R&B performer Chris Brown.”
Happy to see Michelle putting her clout behind the turnip, a perennially underrated root vegetable. It’s definitely near the top of my root vegetables from worst to best list.