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A transcription of events, nearly in real time, of when I stopped in the middle of writing something much more interesting to ask “what the fuck was that?!“…

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Born into conversations like

“yo, go grab the car –

I left the coke in the bathroom of the bar”

How does sanity go again?

“Shit, I shouldn’t have gotten her something for her birthday –

maybe some flowers to celebrate her continuing decay.”  

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Wait, what the fuck?!

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Why is Darren Aronofsky directing a video for “The View”, the first single (if it can be called that) from the stillborn child of pretension that is Lulu*?

… and there’s no punch-line?!

Darren, man – I know you wanted to be all ironic and silly and do your version of Robocop and Wolverine, and I know someone already did that filmed taping of Berlin in concert… but come on, this isn’t the time to cover yourself in grape jelly and start hugging the unearthed corpse of Leopold von Sacher-Masoch… dude, really… fucking Lulu and you provide no punch-line at all?

… Or maybe there could be one: is the reason that Lou is clapping, yelling for an encore at the end of the video because it’s all a post-modern joke on the record buying public, full of various ironies and excessive loathing?

That could be it. How else can you explain it?

I guess you are a fucking genius after all…

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*I want to point out that the album isn’t as horrendous as people make it out to be. But it is pretty awful. It’s Reed at his most uncomfortably (on purpose) hyperbolic and for some unknown reason his words are scored by either the banal thrashing of contemporary Metallica or on other tracks by some incarnation of Metallica attempting John Cale backing-weirdness and failing at it because the resulting sound becomes a noise of stale mediocrity.