in a dinosaur park of vinyl and quicksilver, talking:
music is the one area of gratification i can't be
pretentious about... if i have a critique of a music,
my critique rests upon the words:
i just don't listen to it.
i how people hate phil collins -
i love their dogmatic abhorrance
of him -
oh believe, i'm not a major fan:
i'm a major fan of people who
are pretentious enough
to despise decent pop music -
and given it's pop: well, its either
cotton candy - or *******
in terms of having no anti-bodies
to combat the viral infection of
immediate likeability -
it just comes with the music...
no, i'm not a major phil collins
fan, i'm a major fan of the people
who despise him out of "principle"
that leads them to the music
circus of obscurity and indie-wingy;
but i dare say...
what did peter gabriel after leaving
genesis?
exactly what phil collins did
to *genesis: he made it accessible...
and when did jazz mingle with
prog rock? well... miles davis' *******
brew...
never mind...
fair enough, hate phil collins...
i love it!
but the album
no jacket required
is a stunner, as an album,
not for any particular song...
but lets face it...
all the people who hate this take
on pop... can you imagine them
reading the most difficult (that's being
nice, it's actually just ****** tedious)
book ever written, i.e. thomas mann's
doctor faustus?
i don't think so...
that **** is harder to read than
kant!
and i'm giving you a bet
with that: if you can finish
that **** thing
you'll rescue von kleist from
the suicide pact he made
with a terminally
ill woman and the despair of reading
kant's critique: that's a bet!
no, whenever i hear the monkish
critique of phil collins...
i think of listening
to early genesis, notably the album
foxtrot...
now i'd love to see these
critics listen to that album,
from beginning to the end...
by current standards
(namely albums, roughly going beyond
the threshold of sales, i.e.
the 30 minute mark)
one song off foxtrot could be a
classified as a e.p. in its own right -
supper's ready -
2 seconds short of 23minutes;
in all honesty, they don't have the *****
to listen to that track...
i'd love to seem them try...
the minute they listen to it...
phil collins will seem like an ice-cream,
a quickie of receiving selfish oral ***...
trust me...
oh no, i'm not a major
phil collins fan, just came across his
out of nostalgia...
but peter gabriel wasn't
exactly an angel when it came to his solo
career...
then again:
that song selling england by the pound:
now that's ******* prophetic these days...
who owns all the newly constructed
flats in london?
foreign investors:
chinese, arab, nigerian; you name it!
