Crappy Pop Music

Time: 10:06pm Music: Mix of millenium pop nonsense Reading: Still plugging through Dude Where's My Country, also have started on my Art Appreciation reading TV: Off Other Stats: reeeeeeally cold. Even in Las Vegas, winter is freezing! I am not supposed to like Pop. It goes against everything I stand for (originality, artistry, individuality, other words ending in y) and yet I just can't get enough of this stupid CD I made. See, every week I make the trek to the library and go a little crazy in their CD collection. Really it's like a little kid in a Yu-Gi-Oh store, I can check out up to 30 CDs and as long as I bring them back on time, they are FREE. So I can sample just about anything I feel like and decide if I want to buy it the next time I go music shopping. So yeah, I found myself mulling over those Now CDs that come out more often than Danielle Steele novels (although I think even Danielle has more substance that some of the stuff on these CDs). I checked out two-- Now 7 and Now 9 and then this CD called Pop Mix. This stuff is like crack for ears. I'm hopelessly addicted to it. It's fun, it sort of pushes forward thought out of the way for some daydreaming (and really, whose brain doesn't like a vacation sometimes?) and helps pass the time. Also on my way back to my apartment, my walking time was cut down by at least 5 or 6 minutes. Interesting. Now I'm not one to preach about what one should or should not listen to, or about being so narrowminded that you can only listen to one genre of music. After all there is some Pop that I really like. O-Town is one of my favorite bands for humiliated sobbing out loud. But music today makes me a little sad. The 80s instrumentation rip offs, there are only like 4 or 5 really good beats out there and they are used to the point where even the Amish are walking in one of the rhythms and nobody really stays on the scene long enough to have any effect on what's going on. Justin Timberlake is up for a Grammy against Warren Zevon, George Harrison and Sting... also somebody else but I can't remember off the top of my head. If he wins I think the statement that makes is more than straightforward. It's a scream for help. A scream that emotes: "Give me my soul back!" They're even making the grunge of my high school days into Pop now by adding one of the standard beats and remixing the emotion out of every song that helped to define my generation. Does anybody else out there feel like the Grunge/Alternative movement of the 90s is starting to feel like Rock Originality's last hurrah? This blog entry is really going nowhere, so I'll stop rambing now and get back to my crack...er....pop induced daydreaming.