May 09, 2008
May 05, 2008
“PACKAGING SHOOTS.”
I was listening to that thing by Snoop Dogg and noticed another thing: Snoop's things contains a million songs on it, including the good one. But the good one has the same problem as Jay-Z’s “Can I Get A...”: the fig leaf (“what what”) is better than the flesh (“fuck you”). (Unrelated: Amil? That beat? Chris Penn*? And Jay-Z so young? Nineties!)
“Sensual Seduction” is funny because it is redundant and stupid. “Sexual Eruption” is a euphemism for something I don’t need to know about Mr. Dogg and his day. I want funny rap. And so while the hours are being whiled away and I am not having funny rap, I wonder, in the hopes of remaining awake: “Why do people make these endless things that nobody buys?” I asked this of my friend who is paid by the one remaining major record label. (I asked her that question, I mean.) And she said: “Packaging shoots.” This was a good answer before it detached and became a potent, awesomely disturbing phrase all by itself.
No Age tonight!
* Joshua on the correctional 1 and 2s.
May 03, 2008
April 24, 2008
DECODER RING
Benjamin Linus = Obi-Wan Kenobi
Charles Widmore = Darth Vader
The Island = The Force
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