No matter how expensive the tools on your workbench, it doesn’t make you a mechanic. By the same token, the Watson Twins and Duncan Sheik may be talented musicians but they’re hardly artists. Both have displayed a load of promise without ever elevating their craft.
Call it 30 Seconds Seems Forever since that’s the listening experience. It’s Barney for rockers—the most sentimental, formulaic overproduced crap since Bennifer made Gigli.
Why, I often ask myself, do today’s youth prefer such hyper music? After my two minutes of work each week, I prefer a Bach violin concerto. Given the warp-speed pace of postmodern living, you’d expect our overstimulated youngsters to seek solace in more contemplative entertainment. The fact that Dan Deacon is constantly referred to as a “Wham City weirdo” is enough to keep me away from tonight’s concert.
Indie kids harbor this delusion that their shit don’t stink, but champion as many steaming loafs as punks and hard rockers.
It’s totally possible that Michael Sam’s slowly but surely making queer people sports fans: learning rules, checking scores, researching his draft prospects, etc. But this week is his week (we’re hoping) to be the first openly gay NFL player drafted into the league. It’s pretty thrilling, actually, on par with Jason Collins’ openness and barrier [...]