Photography by atlasshrugged…
Glee is ruining music. There. I said it. Sorry, hate me if you will, but when I hear that sanitized yet bastardized version of Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey, well, my heart dies just a little bit on the inside.
What? Over-exageration too emo for you? Suck it.
And then listen…
Fox took it from a panty-dripping sappy love ballad to granny-panty-pleasin’ sack of sap in a matter of minutes. Brutal.
Now, if this was just some stupid show that, like a fart in the back of a paceline, was gone before we could even get a whiff of it, then fine. But no… Somehow this show of bad lip-syncing, weird sound adjustments when they go from talking to singing, and bad stereotype-“breaking” (OMG, the jock is in glee club? Ker-Raze-Ee!) is massive.
I don’t get it.
I guess it’s really not Glee though. It really started with American Idol, didn’t it? These bad choir versions of occasionally good songs sung in 2 or 3 or 4 part harmony or whatever with all the characters all looking prim and proper or carefully “grunge” or perfectly placed this or that, depending what the theme of the music or worse, medley called for…
It’s not that *my* music is better or higher quality. I mean, yeah, I think it’s better, but for me. There are no right and wrong answers in music, but what and where is the line when music is, though technically “music”, no longer music? Isn’t this stuff borderline muzak, just with pristine & made-up kids singing with shit-eating grins on their faces instead of elevator instrumentals featuring a sequence of Kenny G solos?
Seriously… What am I missing?
Honestly, these thoughts aren’t fresh in my head. They started the other week during Ribfest when we took a break from the heat and humidity to go check out Despicable Me and, during the repeating pre-movie slide show, was presented with this “flash mob” (flash my ass) OSU video, oh, about 5 times..
Man, that one guy is REALLY into it, eh?
It’s basically a slightly more complicated version of the country line-dancing craze that took place a number of years back topped with the appearance of spontaneity.
By the 4th time this came on the movie screen, my concerns for popular music (and my own sanity) were at level orange, with a severe tinge of red at certain angles.
I don’t know. Judge for yourself, for sure, and whatever helps you make it through the day without plunging a knife in your boss’ kidneys, then all the better, I s’pose. Fortunately for me and maybe unfortunately for some of you, quite the opposite of anything remotely “gleeful” is the beautiful and rather solemn Admiral Fell Promises by Sun Kil Moon…
Is quiet nylon guitar-plucking, midnight in a dark dark room, chocked with understated singing for an hour your thing? Well, my friends, you are in luck. We got 60 minutes of it with the new Sun Kil Moon. This is NOT your summer jam music, uh uh, no way. This is dark, contemplative, reflective (are those the same words?), quiet, and filled with a certain level of tenderness (probably due to the nylon stringerin’) & authenticity that is quite the palette cleansor after all that stuff up above…