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Mar 30, 2009 16:04

WOOD GRAIN BRAIN

I refer to myself on occasion as a kind of a snob about certain things (music, literature, art, film, pretty much anything that one can be snobby about). This title may be a little bit generous; others might refer to me rather as a humorless obnoxious old bastard who is completely self-assured of his own subjective aesthetic judgement calls. I don't have much of a soft spot for the simple or nostalgic pleasures that many folks my age seek to have; I don't want to have any road trip sing-a-longs to alternative rock songs from the 1990's, I don't want to watch Empire Records or The Breakfast Club or Ace Ventura with you, and if you are really into something that I'm not into, I'll probably talk shit about it until we get into an argument and our friendship is damaged. In general, I claim that my tastes are essentially a finely honed deadly samurai katana of aesthetics unfettered by any guilty pleasures whatsoever.

This is not exactly true. From time to time I encounter songs show merit can be in no way justified, but fuck man, I just can't help feeling it. I'm not talking here about shit you heard back in high school that maybe reminds you of a time and you have a soft spot for it still, I'm talking about grandly stupid shit that is also grandly appealing. Here are a couple off my list.

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The song, the video, the whole affair, like, what the fuck?

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To me, this is basically like the black version of the last song.

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What about you?
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