THESIS:
A party is when I get drunk with my friends and eat and dance and talk and flirt.
ANTITHESIS:
A party is not when I pay a gajillion dollars to hear Funkmaster Flex play Biggie’s “Dreams” while someone punctures my foot with a weaponized Blahnik.
A party is also not an event hosted by a bunch of record oligarchs who are terrified by the imminent loss of monopoly that the Internet represents but who are also too weak to confront either this or the fact that their own artists are leaking albums, so instead shift the blame to journalists who are too badly paid and timid to protest and so are forced to write reviews after hearing an album once in a publicist’s office (the “party” in question) while said publicist speaks loudly to Maxwell Smart on weaponized Blahnik.
Posted by Sasha at March 31, 2004 04:07 PM | TrackBack