How many times have you heard some old person complain about what the kids are listening to these days? (Oh, yesterday, from me?) It's a certainty, like death and taxes, that popular music will only cause the furrowed brows of the cool kids of yesteryear to become more creased, their now wrinkled hands forming into limp fists raised slightly in the air as the loose skin on those arms shake with a ferocity only matched by the senility so depressingly spouting from their typing fingers. Do not dare hush them! They have opinions, and they are always correct! Ladies and gentlemen, Michael Musto has something to say about the current state of pop music!
The venerable Village Voice columnist is very upset today, because of Rihanna and Flo Rida and Ke$ha. And honey, he has lost his mind and control of his elipses:
The number-one slot on the chart generally goes to whoever gave the most free copies to concert-ticket buyers that week. The second week, they're suddenly not even in the top 100. ... Adele is happy. ... Once you've heard the title of a Taylor Swift song, there's no need to hear the actual song. ... The "Piano in the Dark" sample in Flo Rida's "I Cry" drives me cuckoo crazy. I keep wanting them to finish the phrase! ... Someone please tell Rihanna it should be "shine brightly like a diamond." ... Boybands are back. They're like a case of crabs you just can't get rid of. I really like their hair, though. ... The musical repetition that started with all those Kesha songs is now in every single mix-mix-mix-mix-mix by every singer-singer-singer-singer. Stop-stop-stop-stop. ... People who walk around listening to music are generally oblivious to everything else, not even aware that they're endangering your life as they step into traffic in the middle of the street. Somehow they always come off scot-free as they glide through everyone else's tragedies. They're probably listening to Eminem.
Please, sir, tell me more!
Every song today happens to be "featuring" someone. Would the Beatles have had to give up their instrumental breaks to someone rapping about bitches and hos?
Very good musical analysis, Mr. Musto! I had never ever considered the possibility of the Beatles singing about bitches and hos, much less the notion that Paul and John might step away from their microphones to give room to someone else to rap about bitches and hos. Very astute observation, pitting a band that has not released music since 1970 against, say, Jay-Z and Kanye West. Very smart!
But hey, Michael Musto is hardly a music critic, and he knows it! Which is why he then begins to quote heavily from his music critic friend, who, similarly, is so angry about everything, especially Pitchfork:
"Pitchfork.com is an intentionally obscure website that reviews every indie record, rating them with a score from 1 to 100. It's hard to get a score over 73. They create stars, like Melody Maker and NME did in England 20 years ago, and then they turn on them. As a result, your EP will sell 6,000 copies in Brooklyn, and then your full album will stiff. If you're no longer new, you're not as cool to them. They love bands they never heard of, and they love Neil Young, but everything in between is not good."
Anonymous Music Critic, you are so on-point! We're on the cusp of 2013, after all, so it's about time someone take a stance at those dastardly Pitchforks with their 100-point rating scale. And goddamn you, Brooklyn, for being so overpopulated by people who pay money for EPs! "White people," am I right?
I mean, I get it: it's hard to take your afternoon nap while listening to One Direction, and that only leaves you being cranky at dinnertime (which is 6PM, in case you forgot).
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