Sunday, 16 March 2008
Adorno will break your legs..
This man! Oooo! This bloody man!
Imagine, if you will, one of those times when you just simply unable to adequately articulate your frustration at something or, more precisely, someone.
I am grappling for a piece of understanding. A little insight. Something just to ease all of this.
The man above is with whom I'm fighting. Theador Adorno. It is a charged and angry relationship we have. He is dead and he seems to be taking my brain and all its capabilities with him. Fucking bastard!
Ahem. He did actually have some very valid points. But he and I seem to disagree on the importance and relevance of popular culture in its own right, without the money-making agenda. But it is incredibly interesting to see a musicologist that was as disappointed at the way in which the sphere music was treat by capitalist profiteers as I have always felt.
The man will make me cry before the essay is done.
A fitting song? Ignore the James Murphy connections.
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