August 23, 2004
WAIT—I DIDN'T ORDER THE WELCOME BACK TO COLLEGE SPECIAL!
I think Carl's got me upside down like The Reid brothers. The last thing I want to do is blame rock radio for fucking up rock lyrics and celebrate a faithful subset situated somewhere inside "college-appropriate rock." Maybe I moved too quickly and read Carl's own wishes as a response to something I said, but I think I have it right. College-appropriate rock is my personal Nightmare Island, if I had to pick just one.
Franklin's dripped some typically precise thoughts onto this sand castle, making me feel even more the poser, popping out of the foxhole only to dodge. When work dies down, I want to do the thing I regret not doing more often—go through all the relevant posts and try to address the questions brought up, one by one. I think we can drop the whole "rock is bad" or "x is bad" frame and move towards a group critique of what kind of lyrics changed how and maybe some stabs at why. (Don't mean to get all Sunday coach up in here—just suggestions.) I still like a 15-year sample length, and I still think hateration is crucial. I'll still love you if you call me a knee-jerk booster crackpot. Or a dimwit bigot!
Posted by Sasha at August 23, 2004 01:24 PM | TrackBack