Bankers (in every sense of the word) get standing ovation for butchery of U2’s ‘one’. Crassness squared.
Rock and roll is dead. Every positive creative impulse we once had has been co-opted. (This winds me up and I don’t even particularly like U2, or this song. God alone knows what a Hendrix cover here would do to my already fragile grip on a faith in any future for humankind).
It’s over. They won and all we can do is sit and throw our toys around a postmodern cot and give them money.
Or we can laugh like drains at the most fatuous expression of ANYTHING I’ve seen since a drunk guy called me all of the monosyllabic swearwords he could slur together and threatened to kill me for not giving him more to drink a week ago.
What are these guys on (and where can I get some)?
March 9, 2007 at 3:11 pm
Last nail in the coffin for rock’n roll and a very bad day for the business sector in America too!
March 17, 2007 at 11:06 pm
You’re right: that’s just WRONG. It’s the essence of WRONG-ness. I’d tell you to keep the faith, but I don’t think there’s really any point in that.