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.
point one: this is very late.
point two: this is very salty, even for me.
i had to scrap the format of good and bad songs because it was a very very dry second half of july. there is only one OK entry in the following post, and it’s for a song i’ve already talked about.
yes, that means what you think it means. there has not been one single good song released in almost a month. if you are looking for recommendations here you will mostly find songs i recommend you avoid. ok, saltiness commence.
I’ve written before about the tricky art of appraising a cover song, both on its own merits and in relation to the original. As cynical as it may seem, it turns out it’s much easier to say what isn’t a good cover rather than what is. There is of course that pesky ever-present quandary in the form of subjectivity, but in this realm there are some clear cut and nearly bulletproof statements one could make.