What’s this? A good album? In this day and age?
Gonna be a short one because it was a light second half of the month but also because the constant pain in my arm is not conducive to writing a lot of words on the computer.
Due to a severe arm injury I wrote this entire post with my non-dominant hand, so…appreciate.
Gonna be a short one this time around:
To pretend that the music industry was ever some sort of hallowed institution which sought out and nurtured genuine talent is to participate in the grand championship of nostalgic gymnastics. You’re wearing blinders and rose-coloured glasses at the same time. Manufactured stars date back to the nascent days of the Great American Songbook, and countless works of both fiction and nonfiction have covered the unapologetically avaricious nature of the almighty record executives.