Jimmy Page and Robert Plant No Quarter (Atlantic) Joni Mitchell, speaking to her audience on the rudely entitled live album Miles of Aisles, combined pretension and bad manners in equal measure when she compared her fans to poor art historians: “No one ever said to van Gogh, ‘Hey, man, can you paint Starry Night again?’” […]
MARXMAN 33 REVOLUTIONS PER MINUTE (A&M) Unpublished excerpt from a letter by Friedrich Engels to novelist Margaret Harkness: Dear Miss Harkness, It has come to my attention that a certain Marxman is now invoking the ideas of our good friend and comrade Karl Marx. Indeed, both Marx and I were astonished to find ourselves credited […]
Somewhere in the future lies a meeting of sex, music, and digital technology. Two new CDs of “virtual reality” porn point the way.
As security video infiltrates entertainment programming, TV busily promotes itself as a technological remedy for the nightmares of an embattled America.
Arguing that a video camera captured the “reality” of Rodney King’s beating is a preposterous position for liberals and leftists, and a dangerous one.
You might call it Virtual Funk. It’s the process whereby “feel” and “groove” in modern pop music have been progressively diverted from actual human performers and inserted into microcircuits. Contemporary dance music of all kinds–rap and hip hop, soul, pop, and hard rock–all now benefit from the triumph of the machine. If it seems paradoxical […]
We refer not to the programming, but to the load of “critical analysis” occasioned by the channel’s recent birthday.
Aren’t stories like sex? Didn’t you want to delay the climax a little longer? Is that gum you like coming back in style?
How did the most boring thing in the world become the hottest thing on TV? Is it democracy triumphant, or capitalism run rampant?
Are we really supposed to believe that news with actors is any more “staged” than news without?
ProfScam begins as an important and passionate critique of academia. It ends, unfortunately, as an antiintellectual rant.
Its popularity is largely due to its clever use of double encoding–its ability to serve two very different audiences with the same message.
Alongside the vicarious thrill of a fan’s passion and the titillation of backstage sex, Pamela Des Barres’s updated confession offers something quite frightening.
Have we reached the End of Civilization as We Know It? Or have we just hit a run of bad books by cranky conservatives who don’t know anything about pop culture?