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This is just a blog for me to share and write about the music I love. No more, No less.
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Alright, as you all must have seen or heard of by now, Kanye West pulled a real dick move this past Sunday at the VMA's by interrupting a speech by "country star" Taylor Swift. First, I still can't believe they give out awards for music videos to the people who had nothing to do with the creative process of the video, let alone let them speak about what it means to win the award. Why not let the director or someone story boarded the video get up there? Oh, right. Ratings. Anyway, if they just gave the video to the director or someone this whole Kanye/Taylor Swift thing could have been avoided. I blame MTV entirely.
That's it. Summer is officially done now that Labor Day is behind us. This post will be used to look back on the songs that made up the soundtrack to both MY summer, which seems to include a lot of Kanye West. Oh well, I'm not complaining. There just seemed to be lacking something this summer when it came to the music. There was no "American Boy," (2008)"Hey Ya!," (2003) or "Umbrella" (2007). Nothing that you could hear blasting out of every car that had its windows rolled down or stoop party that went on for the whole night. The closest the summer got to that was when Michael Jackson died and you could literally scan the radio from end to end and hear a Jackson song on nearly every station. That little trick went on for two weeks or so. 


There's a great line in Chuck Klosterman's book Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs about a guy coming up to him at a funeral and telling him that punk rock saved his life, which leads Klosterman to ask why his friend didn't just buy some Black Flag records instead of wasting time in chemo. I like Klosterman's humorous approach to that situation, but I also envy the guy that owed his life to punk. I've never been that enamored with a genre of music that I feel the need to openly say that it was my salvation.
The whole book is fascinating and I recommend it to anyone who has never understood punk or just needs a new emergency contact number, because apparently punk will be there for you.
(1975) Lester Bangs and Peter Laughner - Seventeen
(1977) Richard Hell and The Voidoids - Blank Generation


