Quote of the Day
Dec. 20th, 2004 05:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ealgyldenFrom Mark Harris's Bobby Brown Ruined My Music, and All I Got Was This Lousy CD:
"In the beginning -- say, around 1980 -- God created music. He sorted it into nice, neat categories, like adult contemporary, funk, and barbershop quartet. And it was good. Man, however, had other designs. Everyone wanted his own sound. Soon came amalgams like jangle pop, reggaeton, and neo-prog. And the Lord said, 'Are those even words?' But the Lord did some deep-breathing exercises and proclaimed, 'OK, I can deal with that. Free will and all.' Then Man started to change the original genres that God had ordained. Adult contemporary became country, funk became pop, and barbershop quartet became a joke. And God said, 'Me dammit!'
Or that's how I envision things went."
In other news, still sick, still cold, still being a slug, still haven't done my Christmas cards (the oft-joked about Groundhog's Day cards are looking less like a joke), but on the plus side, I've been listening to Windham Hill's Winter Solstice albums all day, so I'm reeeeally mellow. I feel like digging up some old copies of Utne Reader to peruse whilst baking bread with millet and wheatberries in it. I am a child of the universe no less than the trees...
Maybe I should take some cold medicine.
"In the beginning -- say, around 1980 -- God created music. He sorted it into nice, neat categories, like adult contemporary, funk, and barbershop quartet. And it was good. Man, however, had other designs. Everyone wanted his own sound. Soon came amalgams like jangle pop, reggaeton, and neo-prog. And the Lord said, 'Are those even words?' But the Lord did some deep-breathing exercises and proclaimed, 'OK, I can deal with that. Free will and all.' Then Man started to change the original genres that God had ordained. Adult contemporary became country, funk became pop, and barbershop quartet became a joke. And God said, 'Me dammit!'
Or that's how I envision things went."
In other news, still sick, still cold, still being a slug, still haven't done my Christmas cards (the oft-joked about Groundhog's Day cards are looking less like a joke), but on the plus side, I've been listening to Windham Hill's Winter Solstice albums all day, so I'm reeeeally mellow. I feel like digging up some old copies of Utne Reader to peruse whilst baking bread with millet and wheatberries in it. I am a child of the universe no less than the trees...
Maybe I should take some cold medicine.
