i intended this to be a scathing rant; after writing for a few minutes i realized i just don't have it in me right now. i go through phases in my relationship with music. sometimes i look at the industry, the scene, the business and i can only see their faults. i'm sure i will explore some of them fully in the future. but on days like today, there is no possible way i could care less. so i throw on a top 40 playlist or two and yes, sometimes i even enjoy it.
with that statement i may have irretrievably lost any potential readers. because of all mistakes a person can make, a person who calls themselves a true fan of music, i hear this mistake is the worst. surely if i knew a THING about music i would instead be scouring the latest pitchfork reviews. surely if i had any semblance of taste, i would not touch such terrible pop music with a ten foot pole. i would know everything there is to know about 'real musicians,' the 'musicians with talent,' and i would make sure everyone around me knew just as well.
yeah, but do these fuckers ever get to stand on their beds, dancing to the new britney spears track in their underwear?
ha, musical credibility.
joke's on you.
1 comment:
well said.
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