Here it is, my last post of my business writing blog project. No longer will I don the frock of the hipster. I can go back to pithy, whiny posts about the degradation of the American spirit and the incompetence of foreign drivers. I will say that it's been a mildly enjoyable experience. I've listened to some new tunes and I've enjoyed getting back to the classics.
I've also had some minor revelations. Nothing overtly groundbreaking and excessively cathartic, but revelations none the less.
1) Rap is on it's last leg. I listened to a lot of contemporary hip hop artists trying to find one to write about and it was almost too much to bear. Grandmaster Flash, Heavy D, and Easy E would be so upset. There are a few people still making great hip hop. The Game's latest album is great, I'd recommend to any rap fans who are losing faith.
2) America celebrates the odd, not the talented. Let's be very honest with ourselves, if this was not true, Lady Gaga would just be another possible transvestite walking the streets of LA, LMFAO would not be getting as much air time as they are, and Kesha would probably be sent to rehab somewhere instead of signing record deals. It's true, video killed the radio star.
3) Bluegrass will never get the attention it deserves. Damn you "Deliverance"! You've turned the sweet sounds of a banjo into an inbred redneck mating call. It's a crying shame that some of the most talented musicians in the world will be lumped in hillbilly culture.
4) Justin Beiber is everything that is wrong with America. I am not joking when I say that I legitimately thought that Justin Beiber was just another ugly Canadian chick the first few times I saw him on TV. He's turned our nation's women into a horde of uncultured zombies with an insatiable taste for jailbait.
5) We will never agree about music, and people like me will always complain about it. To each their own...unless their own doesn't agree with your own. I find myself judging people on the music they listen to. If you listen to Nickleback on a regular basis, chances are I secretly think you are white trash. If you enjoy the musical stylings of Kesha, I think you are a twelve year old girl trapped in an adult's body. But hey, I love bluegrass. Does that mean that I think everyone has a real purty mouth? No, it doesn't. So maybe it's time to cut people some slack.
So there you go. Thanks to the faithful few who may or may not have glanced at this project over the past couple months. I hope, at the the very least, that I haven't given you any reason to want to attack me.
-N
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