Archive for January 2009

Odd Trend in Popular Music

23 Jan 2009

How do artists get away with biting hooks from pop hits from the recent past? Consider: the song “Cookie Jar” by Gym Class Heroes featuring The-Dream (aside: what purpose could that hyphen possibly serve?). Perhaps it sounds somewhat familiar. Perhaps it seems to resemble the breakout hit for a certain top-hatted, robot-voiced gentleman. Still not sure? Observe here.

This is only the most recent in a growing trend. The most blatant ripoff, to my ears, was perpetrated by Akon with his “Don’t Matter,” the bridge (I think; it could well be the pre-chorus, or whatever you want to call it) of which cribs shamelessly from R. Kelly’s wonderful “Ignition (Remix),” which has to be one of the best songs of the past few years.

Whether the original song is good or not bears little on my feelings on the imitation. If it was weak the first time, the new track is likely to be mediocre as well; contrarily, if I actually like the original, the plagiarism will likely draw my ire, such that I will not be able to enjoy the song even if I otherwise would have done. See then, woeful, slothful counterfeiters, that your efforts shall never win my heart, which heart is undoubtedly the object of your ambition. Do not dissemble, scoundrel. This wounds you deeply. May you learn, then, to respect your fellow-artists and leave their work well enough alone.


21 Jan 2009

Hey Augusten Burroughs, try writing some fiction for once instead of all these goddamn memoirs!

Now That You Kind of Miss Year-End Lists

17 Jan 2009

So I avoided being bogged down in the mess of best-of-2008 lists that appeared last month, and now I’m ready to give the world what it wants. These are merely albums that I dug this year, or meant something to me, or are attempts to make me look cool; I make no claims of being an impartial judge of quality.

Albums, in roughly descending order

Times Past and Times Present

15 Jan 2009

E.B. White would have been the world’s greatest blogger. His pithy short articles for the New Yorker were exactly what good Web log posts should be (and, of course, rarely are) — economical gems full of sudden humor, small drops of wisdom and unexpected beauty in the quotidian.


15 Jan 2009

In the elevator this afternoon a young man offered roles in a zombie film to me and to a young woman who was also in the elevator. The young woman asked whether the job paid. The answer was no, the recompense would be the satisfaction of being on a DVD. I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t say no. The young man, however, seemed less interested in me than in the young lady, and as we exited the elevator I turned one way and they the other, and he continued his impassioned entreatments, feverishly pitching his discomfited victim.


13 Jan 2009

It has been a while, hasn’t it? But I believe that Uncle Murda has returned to his hideout, and it is now safe for my fams and me to emerge from our self-imposed cyber-exile to resume the valiant wordpressing of Bronze Medals.

What has inspired this joyous renaissance ? (more…)