Pop Culture, Part 2
Ok I gotta set the record straight with anyone who perhaps thought that the tone of my last post seemed a little...elitist.
Having said my piece on the abysmal state of the entertainment media these days, let me also point out that I love plenty of relatively empty-calorie entertainment myself, and I enjoy pissing off and alienating the purist, provincial snobs (especially self-serious "musician" types and the dreaded "punker-than-thou" lot) as much as anyone.
For example, as much as I bash Britney, I would never deny how much I love Kylie Minogue. But to me there's a huge difference. One seems genuine and sincere and unapologetic in her disposable-ness, and the other just seems like a big pile of marketing tricks cooked up in a lab somewhere. One is a vibrant person and the other is a paper doll with a stylist. Sure, the Kylie stuff is ultra lightweight, but I think the music is transcendant because it sounds to me like it comes from a real place. And the songs are great too.
Just for the record, here are some other cheerfully un-high-brow things I'm a dead sucker for:
Beavis and Butthead -- yeah, it's the simplest humor in the world but it's so f*cking funny, who cares? One of the best shows ever.
Def Leppard's "Pyromania" -- go ahead, find me a bad song on this record
Nelson DeMille novels -- I've read a bunch of these and they've all been great. Best one is Charm School.
Lucky Charms cereal -- I can eat half a box in one sitting