man, billboard magazine really is for industry choads. this isn't surprising so much for readership but in that they actually hype the revival of cracker as interesting and vital. publishing companies take out full page spreads thanking destiny's child for staying quiet and subservient enough to be the most uninteresting, toppest selling artists of the year. again. no wonder millions of dollars are wasted on redundant and unimportant crap.
blessed streaming media - keeps me feeling like i know what's going on if not in the world than at least in the minds of epitonic, insound, and other. suspiciously not recieving other music updates these days. conspiracy theories abound. have decided among my constantly piling new year's resolutions (i've kept them all thus far!) that i will include the final, conclusive study of distopian literature and film. it's a bit regressive but fitting of these rather dark times. am about to interview this guy who runs a club in atlanta for a mag.
brian eno. 'a year with swollen appendices' making me question when one starts practicing and just does. is the mark of a true master that of alleviated self-doubt? total confidence...there's a difference truly between that and ego. he's a genius not just for music but in total living. collaboration is a by-gone idea in high art? save for commercial hip hop albums? ludacris is a jingle merchant. i love him still.