who knows less about music than he does about television or politics. fuck drudge for being the least talented and unfunniest fuck who ever tried to gank a style from a better age – a time when Blacks were more fucked than ever, and when television didn’t have cable, and when the Internet was a secret that the Good Lord had yet to pull from his sleeve. also a time when no paper in the free world would have allowed such a hack like drudge to do more than scream extra extra on its filthy corners.
there is an art to being a negative creep and practice all he wants, he’s a failure. like a crack baby taking its first steps, drudge falls on his face each and every time. i have yet to see him even come up with one original lead and it pains me that the kids look up to him, but like their love for Mickey Mouse and dirt pies, they’ll grow out of this passing fad soon enough, i’m sure. just watch.
among all the good things that went down last night on mtv, so many that N*Sync apologized each time they won, basically, was a killer rock group named Mudvane, dressed in white tuxedoes and bullet holes in the center of their foreheads. they won the MTV2 award – consistant with the fresh approach to the fledgling new channel.
but drudge is not a man, he’s a hole where you can rat-out your boss and he’ll post it and call it journalism. he’ll post it, that is, as long as it’s juicy, and as long as it aligns with his predictable and petty politics. if he’s gonna steal styles, why can’t he copy real writers like Cobain, Hemingway, or Plath? and i dont mean mimic how they wrote.