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Thursday, January 20   >>

THE BIG 'WHY'

I think it comes down to me seeing Kanye West's My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy on everyone's 2010 Top 10 lists, with highlights on "Power," "Monster," and "Runaway," and never reading a single mere mention of "Hell of a Life," which I believe isn't just the best song on that LP, but the best thing West has ever been part of creating yet. I don't have to explain why.

Lately, the internet has felt a lot like high school -- everyone shouting the same shit over and over again, not knowing what the fuck they're talking about, trying to be way too fucking cool for their own good, and me, somewhere in that mix, knowing that I'll soon get the fuck out and never have to be part of the collective crowd-sourcing of I-can-be-more-alt-than-you-douchery.