Like Any Teenager Who Reads The Great

I Realize That I Will Never Fully Understand The Millions Of Bizarre Ways That Music Brings People Together.

When I Started Out As A Music Journalist, At The End Of The 1980s, It Was Generally Assumed That We Were Living Through The Lamest Music Era The World Would Ever See. But Those Were Also The Years When Hip-hop Exploded, Beatbox Disco Soared, Indie Rock Took Off, And New Wave Invented A Language Of Teen Angst.

But The Rhythm Of The Mix Tape Is The Rhythm Of Romance, The Analog Hum Of A Physical Connection Between Two Sloppy, Human Bodies.

But Mtv Relishes Its Vestigial Role As A Star Maker, So Every Year It Puts All Its Clout Into Making The Vmas The Biggest, Splashiest, Loudest Show-biz Extravaganza Of The Year, Honoring All This Music For Existing, After A Year Of Paying Barely Any Attention To It.

It’s The Same With People Who Say, ‘whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.’ Even People Who Say This Must Realize That The Exact Opposite Is True. What Doesn’t Kill You Maims You, Cripples You, Leaves You Weak, Makes You Whiny And Full Of Yourself At The Same Time. The More Pain, The More Pompous You Get. Whatever Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Incredibly Annoying.