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I’m so conflicted on LDR. On one hand, if she is genuinely suffering from depression, I can tell you that imagining your own death is one way of coping. Knowing that there is at least one thing in the world you have control over when everything else feels out of your hands can be oddly comforting.
On the other hand, if this is just her fostering her persona, I gotta side with Frances Bean, and that romanticizing it is totally gross.
Somehow I don’t believe Terry coerces people who already have a following that they could run to. I believe he specifically preys on women who are trying to break into the industry, and thus have no choice but to turn to the court of public opinion, which often finds them guilty based on Richardson’s fame and success.
With all due respect, the reputation you have gained on this site is pretty much entirely of your own making. I usually just lurk and don’t up or downvote, and I can’t remember the last time I downvoted anything of yours. But every week, it seems like you feel it’s your responsibility to tear down any semblance of enthusiasm for the topic of the article you’re commenting on. Then you boost yourself up by making it sound like you’re above it all, and just too good for this site, its writers, and the bands it writes about.
It’s not even about bending over backwards to play nice. You don’t bend at all, and then get indignant when people think you’re a jerk.
Would you consider Pablo Honey Britpop? “Creep” still feels very grunge, but “Anyone Can Play Guitar” seems like it would fit in pretty well with Oasis’ catalog.
This reminds me. Next week we should do The 10 Best Powerman 5000 Songs.
Let’s just watch Last Days and call it a night.
Someone’s not getting their security deposit back.
Truth. At this point, I’m content to just pretend he never existed.
I’d like to posit an odd theory: Sufjan Stevens doesn’t just love Jesus Christ. He is IN love with him.
I get this idea from a variety of sources: Sufjan’s inability (or refusal) to pin down sexuality in his songs, especially on Illinois (Casimir Pulaski Day, Predatory Wasp). The tenderness of the lyrics, such as:
“I’d swim across Lake Michigan
I’d sell my shoes
I’d give my body to be back again
In the rest of the room
To be alone with you”
And how different this sounds than anything else that I’ve ever heard called a Christian album. These aren’t praise songs, a la “Awesome God” or “God of Wonder”. These are love songs.
Of course, it’s entirely possible I’m just projecting. I’ve been in the position of having both been in love with a really good male friend and having had that same friend save my life when I felt I wasn’t worth saving. If that isn’t a solid Christ metaphor, I don’t know what is.