audiobiography: we are mortals

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WE ARE MORTALS® is an evolutionary gender-free urban streetwear brand.

We call ourselves MORTALS because we are the ones who understand the brevity of human life and the need to live it fully and limitlessly. We also believe that as MORTALS, we’re all equal. That is why we created our brand around this idea of a future in which we wear our personalities, not our gender identities or other stereotypicl labels.

Coining the phrase ‘The Future Has No Gender,’ WE ARE MORTALS® seeks to challenge the conventional and outdated his/hers formula of clothing design and retail. In the future, there will be room to exist in a ‘gray area’ in which our identities don’t rely on gender, sexual, or racial classification. Ultimately, we hope that by removing the traditional gender designations from our clothing, we can facilitate a cultural shift in the way we view gender, sexuality, and each other.”

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WeAreMortalsliving soundtrack, sonic couture for the post-structural human culture, in founder Anji Becker’s own words…

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(W) orld Town – M.I.A: “M.I.A. is an artist that speaks up for causes, represents underprivileged people in the world. she’s fearless, a powerful woman who doesn’t accept traditional gender stereotypes.”

Audiobiography: Swiper

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I’m an audiophilic one, like many. I love and live my music. Music is the score of said life. So, a playlist sonic biography of the slightly younger, significantly wiser self. Mood music … immune muses … Just a spin in the soundtrack of swipe’s life… Enjoi.

I see in sounds: my selfie is a soundtrack.

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The (S)tar Spangled Banner – Whitney Houston [1991]

Pledge allegiance. The dawn, the genesis. Born stellar.

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(W)ho Do You Think You Are – Spice Girls [1996]

When this launched, who did I think I was… who did I perceive myself to be… well, I was a bouncing Baltimore baby, the charmed second, bite-sized cerebral stellar body in orbital training, traversing the globe from within the four walls of my elementary boudoir. Reach up, maintain soul, get down, claim control… move, swing, shake, for life, for lyric, for rhyme, or reason (whichever’s in season): a la mode, a la monarchy, nine years young, forever the groovy one… cheers.

#POPCANONS The Anatomical Zeitgeist No. 8, Est. 2013

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Here’s a little story that I made up, so let’s make believe: four years ago I had a party that was too much fun for me…

– “I’ve Just Begun (Having My Fun)

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Back in 2009, I had a little fun drafting up my list of the top twelve Pop artists from the first decade of the millennium (I get bored, it happens). I made up a little narrative of the icons that lived the blueprint for a global lifestyle – more than a genre, an ongoing epic poem defining the general public of that elusive scene, scape, soundtrack we like to call Pop. I was fresh out of undergrad; but forever a 90s kid caught in the nostalgia of homecoming kings, queens, and courts, naturally I paired off the lords and ladies of the said vanity fair, in a fitting hommage to the heralded pantheon of celebrity (which is effectually no more than a glamorized high school) #youcantsitwithus Five coupled jesters of the court, a pair of regal deities, and a pair of honorable mentions (because it’s America – so as long as you’re the best loser, there’s space for you on the podium – but don’t get crazy).

The list went a little something like this…

Crate Dig: My First Blog Post #ever #kindof

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Stumbled across my now-defunct first blog from back in 2007 #thatyear and in the past six years… not much has changed at all… what can I say?

For the sake of morbid curiosity… from October 2007… my first blog post… #itsadoosie #notheresnopictures

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So until I figure out this whole music blog thing i’ll just blog about pop culture, pseudo-politics, philosophy, anthropology, sociology, ology … the usual and of course media/entertainment which includes music, movies, tv a bit, books, or whatever suits my fancy.

Ummmm as for the music scene right now – it’s lacking in the mainstream. American Top 40 isn’t a good representation of music, the Top 40 should be indicative of the culture. The top 40 is watered down everything, even pop is watered down. Say what you will about Britney, Christina, N Sync, and Backstreet – but they were Pop: down to the core. They were catchy and they got into your head. They were like Saccharin; they were too sweet, and it was so synthetic, but they were devoured by the masses. You could not deny the sheer “Pop” of it.

Sounds of the Mayan 2012: Five Albums That Existed This Year – MDNA

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So… if nothing else, 2012 proved that by George the Mayans had it all kinds of right: this year proved a renaissance of apocalyptic proportions – a year when the culturally amnesiatic cynics failed to recognize a sea change over the screams of their own skeptic scoffs… alas, even in the midst of privately-backed Super-PAC pocketed media, bindered women, NRA publicity stunts, mass school shootings, a deluge of false formations and knowledge starvation, the spectacle’s continued triumph over literacy shrugged – and oh, Sandy; even in the midst of all that, there was music – glorious music – because after all, to mark the fall, the birth of tragedy is forever  conceived in the spirit of music.

Somewhere along the 365 steps on the road to perdition, albums debuted, someone named Franked caused an Ocean of tears, a boy named Ken lamented the m.a.a.d. urban terrain, and Fiona spun the wheel while time idly passed by… but this isn’t about them – although everything else prior has unremarkably revolved around the former two – this list is about five albums I listened to, five albums I didn’t need people to tell me I liked, five works that are tragic in their own right, five that may not be cool, may be too young for school, but five that at the end of the day reminded me of what “those” Mayans might play had they lived to see this day…

MDNA – Madonna

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This was easily some of Madonna’s best work to date – contextually – period. Although sonic cohesion and precision ebb and flow within the confines of Madge’s contemporary discography, MDNA solidified a mood and melody for the Monarch’s tumultuous mindset. Ciccone grabbed the circuit and spun it up proper, regardless of all analog static enveloping the release. Best friends, boyfriends, and rhythmic revelations in tow – Madge dropped a bomb, aurally addicting, introspectively intriguing, albeit misguided at times, but always spectacular – MDNA what a mighty majestic show.

TrapperKeeper: MDNA – Madonna

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MDNA… the last time I wrote those letters in said sequence was, well, four years ago when I was at AU studying Advanced Bio; proper Madonna album debut… the last time I sat down to indulge in one of those was, well, four years ago when I was in life living Advanced Pop. Those were different days, simpler days. Days where Hard Candy was a passable stab at soundtracking Pop’s sticky-and-sweet soul, until a few years later when we’re in the midst of the reality that it was more a passable set of fillings in the cavity-laden mouth of Mod Pop.

M-D-N-A… the last time I chanted those letters in said sequence was but a few moments ago when Pure Pop emerged from the cultural tar pits of Detroit born-and-bred, Euro wed-and-bedded electronic sublime filth that is “I’m Addicted” – that is the cosmic bass stealth anthem from the primary piece of modern Pop’s genome: M.D.N.A.

TrapperKeeper: MDNA, Boyfriends, Girlfriends, Best Friends, and Revelations

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Wonderful Monday on our hands. Sun is shining and a brand-spanking-new addition to the Pop family has graced us with its bouncing beautiful baby presence.

As I’m still coming to terms with my equally brand new bouncing baby quarterlife crisis (Aside: leave it to Madonna to wait four years to release an album, that upon completing the first full listen, one realizes IT’S BEEN FOUR YEARS. Leaving subsequent questions such as: “What have I done the past four years?” “What has Timbaland done in the past four years?” “We have Healthcare reform, we’re out of Iraq, bin Laden and Gaddafi are no more, and people are looking to Gingrich?!” “What is a Lady GaGa?” “Did I leave the front door open?” All coalescing to the inevitable answer: “I’m old.”) I’ve decided to put together a quick trip down Memory Lane this Monday (no, the other one, after the left at Drury Road – sorted) compliments of MDNA #biologicalpopbuildingblocks

Incredible… Madonna doesn’t know how to love

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Easily one of the best produced Madonna tracks of her extensive catalog, the Pharrell masterpiece “Incredible” was just that – an incredible diamond in the rough desert that was 2008’s saccharin infused Hard Candy. I left the album for awhile, I’ve had my bouts, but a fresh set of ears delivered a 2012 revelation of apocalyptic sorts… “Incredible,” Hard Candy, this in all of its “thisness” that is going on now #lookitup is a most honest and sincere plea from the place of the detached deity…

SnappScenes: “Give Me All Your Luvin'” ft. Nicki Minaj & M.I.A. – Madonna

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Oh that Madge… I can’t help it, I’ve got the biggest Cheshire grin plastered above my chin right now…

See the thing about it is, I wanted to not like this video – hear me out: I wanted to not like this video because after the hoopla and hype, after the media blitzes and reductionism, this era was gearing up to be the bark of Confessions with the bite of Hard Candy #notgreat then, there’s the distractions and the white noise pulling attention from the product at hand and towards the peripheral gossip… in a nutshell: I was ready to not like this video for the same reason I was gearing up to not like Born This Way – because people were going Gaga over Madonna; but lo and behold… Pop never lets you down.

Foreword Stories: Bye… Miss American Pie?

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Welp… this, is… bleak; that said… just dance – gonna be okay

It’s like… when the Bayou Brady Bunch subbed out their Sunday Best Sears photo-op for a blurred backstage glimpse into when what could have been wasn’t, when what you shudder to recall overshadowed what should have been, and what is translates into: “Listen, we all we got.”

ADMIAS: “Madonna on Oprah – because you made it through The Rapture”

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#alldayimemeaboutscene…

Madonna fan since Blond Ambition #whenididnthavetolietothekids #truecolors Oprah fan since the mid 90s – after I made sure she wasn’t #thehelp at The White House #postreaganbush… Twenty-five years later; twenty-five years of singing “red, and yellow, black and white – all are precious in his sight” #exceptyouyouandyou at Pro-America rallys… getting introduced to the wonders of Kabbalah #seeidohaveajewishfriend #herlastnameisciccone… the genius that is Dr. Phil #osophics enabling me to raise your kids better than you #noYOUREnotcertified… the culinary marvels that are Rachael Ray’s EVOO-laden 30 minute home-cooked meals #thiswillcuthoursoffofthenannyscookingtime… the dangers of adolescent drug use “Who knew Crack was so rampant on campuses?! I need to rally the PTA for this – must focus” #theresanadderrallforthat #mysons … the ins and outs of cyberbullying #imtheonlyfriendmykidsneedonfacebook… I made it through The Rapture to see the Promised Land

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Watch This Space: God only looks after children and fools… #jesussavesdesperatehousewives

So the question remains… who’s going to look after you? #watchyourback

… Like Blood Flowing Through the Veins of Bad Kids: Born This Way is One Hell of A Drug

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“I don’t want to be part of the machine – I want the machine to be part of me.

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a perfect record. It is uncomfortably euphoric. First spins are ideally experienced with a few close friends, or those who have spun before; likely obtained through contraband means however – the first spin is usually experienced in the wee hours of the night or morning… where the rush of the synesthetic synthetic splendor triggering peaks and valleys – previously unfathomed – comes with a conscious uncertainty: as to whether you like it or hate it, whether or not said rush is result of the product itself, or the hype surrounding and building up to the first taste, and whether or not this is in actuality real life, some surreal fantasy – or just the delirious drunkenness of well-deserved fatigue… It’s personal, political, public, and cultural; it’s the social catalyst, sedative, signpost and staple; it’s the universal shared experience, and the pre-eminent polarizing sign of the times – like blood flowing through the veins of a buncha bad kids: Born This Way is a trip down Alice’s glitter way – and one hell of a drug. #rhythmicrapture

BlinkkBeats: Beth Ditto – “I Wrote The Book”

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Beth Ditto is why you don’t teach girls how to read or write – because they rhythmically hold it against you when you lie about who you were with last night.

You break it off, I’ll break you down
The world is full of good intentions
Paradise is full of lies
Tell you they love you but fail to mention
Who they were with again last night

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Education isn’t only the motivation: it’s contagious locomotion; catchier than phonic rocks – Ditto’s book hooks. Shakers, stark swelter, MIDI percussion, vengeance verve, dark disco structured splash, heavy early-mid nineties R&B synth carbon beats, fixed reverb, cold heat, black-and-white sonic aesthetics juxtaposed static layers and fluid forms bury the night.

BlinkkBeats: Van Go Lion – “Body Moves”

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The kids are back in town with a Van Go vengeance on the dance floor…

Body Moves: (n) 1. Sonic bridge between astral and human anatomy; 2. rhythmic ebb and flow between verse and synth verve

Quite digging Van Go Lion’s debut single… It’s subtly infectious without being overbearing, smooth without being bland – miracle-whipped ephemeral sounds blended with layered vocals in a spectral sonic electro-pop parfait, if you will.

We have the same sound magnificently evolved; if “Sugarblush” was then, consider now “Canerouge:” natural, pre-refinerd, deliberate confection – yet still definitively Van Go Lion.

TrapperKeeper: “Femme Fatale,” Britney Spears

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Britney … Britney Jean Spears – okay world, you can open your ears now… Femme Fatale has arrived.

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The long-awaited seventh studio release from Gen My’s pre-eminent pop figure officially dropped today and it, if nothing else, solidifies Spears’ place in the Pop pantheon. Femme Fatale hearkens to Madonna, the preeminent Pop matriarch’s sonic evolution, but moreover finds depth and its own identity in context of Spears’ own progression. In this electric world life self-context is key, when you can build a socio-sonic identity referencing only yourself and those above you – legitimately – you’re a pretty lethal lady. Let’s delve.

SnappScenes: Britney Spears – “Hold It Against Me” Video

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Huzzah! Britney Spears released the video for “Hold It Against Me,” the first from her seventh studio album Femme Fatale. 14 clips later… don’t tease me, bro! Tase? Oh, by all means – ha ha he he ha ha heaux… #okgo

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In 140 or Less:

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Hold It Against Me, because I’m About to Go H.A.M.

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Ello, good morning to music. 1/11/11 will go down as the day that music blazed forward by going back to basics, from Jay-Z and Yeezy to little Ms. Britney, the titans have returned – you can hold it against them, but you can’t hold them back: they’re about to go H.A.M. on this mother culture.

I want it more than ever now,
I realized that they ain’t listening,
Like a princess supposed to get it
That’s why I’m dusting off my fitted…

“Hold It Against Me” debuted, and with it, Britney Spears came back like a ray of light. Spears brought electronic dance music to the pop consciousness with reckless abandon – pop culturally-speaking. EDM grabbbed stranglehold of the underground in 2010 and Britney was right there to grab it back for the mainstream. In this moment, Spears defines her legacy by defying her career thus far; music culture in this moment, is being defined by defying the sound we’ve just heard, in stride towards something pronounced. 2010 saw “hints of this” and “allusions to that” when it came to pop + electronic music – from Justin Bieber to Far East Movement, we were all “almost there.” Ke$ha came closest to the core as the year waned, and then in walked Britney to blow the fuse.

HIAM is a perfect marriage between Pop and EDM; like Madonna’s Ray of Light solidified her iconic status – successfully spearheading a risky European/Electronic sound, and injecting it into the mainstream with her last ounce of perceived fading pop relevance – so HIAM ushers in a new sound, and sonic identity with Brit as the Dubstep Donatella and new mother matriarch. “If I said I need your body now, would you hold it against me;” simply: no, I’d oblige – because pop got too vague and cynical. Yes: the hook is a punchline, in this world of instant “I Love The 90s” pop referential nostalgia; but it’s also a simple plea to touch – you love The 90s, I need the 90s. We need literal, we need to stop scoffing when we see what we assume to be there, and look at what actually is – a face. “You feel like paradise, and I need a vacation tonight… so if I said I want your body now, would you hold it against me;” no, I’d oblige because I need a vacation from the digital tundra – and we need a vacation tonight from the night that was pop 2010.

Unforgettable, Vol. 16: Madonna – Confessions on a Dance Floor

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In 2005, Madonna dropped the world like a discoball. She created one of the decade’s best albums as she had created her entire career: by producing a self-context so great that it becomes the world’s Pop conscience. If “the main problem with 2008′s Hard Candy was that Madonna seemingly didn’t care,” and “with American Life she cared too much, to the point where it came across pushy and self-important,” 2005’s Confessions on a Dance Floor was the perfect medium where she cared-enough-to-count. Madonna’s greatest strength is her narcissism. She is Pop, and Confessions is nothing short of a brilliant response to Madonna’s answer to her own morning inquiry: “Mirrors, mirrors on the ball: whose four minutes saves them all?”

Ad-a-Day: Audi A1’s “The Next Big Thing”

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Throwback to Ad-a-Day. Audi is pushing A1 promotion like their filet mignons depend on it. They released the 6-part online short film series “The Next Big Thing” featuring Justin Timberlake and Dania Ramirez. The product resembles what a sextuplet sequel offspring of “The Italian Job,” “Alpha Dog,” “The Phone,” and “Bye, Bye, Bye” would look like…

though if this is “The Next Big Thing,” I have to admit I preferred the last big thing… back when the main character was “The Star” and the M5 was the car…

Watch this space: short action-packed car chase flicks always drive em wild – outside of the acting: approve

40 Reasons, #39: GLEE

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So don’t get me wrong, I don’t actually watch GLEE (because I’m a hypeconnected, hypermediated millenial whose attention span only suffices for commercials, ringtones, tweets, status updates, and headlines – not whole shows, movies, songs, albums, or articles). That said, I’ve been noticing a lot of GLEE on the commercials, ringtones, tweets, status updates, and headlines that I do peruse. Here’s what excites me about GLEE – and what it means for music:

1.) It brings people together: tweens, moms, tweeps, middle-schoolers, theater kids, blacks, whites, old people, young people, Republicans (maybe, I think, I don’t know), Democrats, further assumed opposite demographics… all talk about GLEE, even – and especially, like me – if they don’t watch it.

2.) It makes the culture go Pop – and tricks them into appreciating it. Madonna is relevant – and #1 – again: approve.

GLEE episodes are like melodic-Pop-textbooks-meets-Degrassi: edutainment ftw!

3.) They trick viewers into learning about the socio-political landscape – through satire, sarcasm, and snark: win… and then some

Music Monday Preview: 40 Reasons to Be Excited About Music

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In light of Rolling Stone’s new revamped site

and heightened sense of irony… oh wait, they’re not kidding about Will.I.Am being a reason to get excited…

I’ve decided now is as good a time as any to compile a bit of an ongoing column of 40 (likely more – or less) reasons why I’m excited about music – the good, the bad, the ugly and some niches in between.

2010 looking like a supersonic renaissance. Where 2000-2009 saw the death of artistry in the face of superficial artifice, 2010 sees the release of vapidity and a return to verity. Supersonic in the sense of music transcending – and/or adding immense depth and layers within – just sound unlike anything we have seen before.

We live in an age of unparalleled resources that enable musicians to become true artists – those who

create music that transcends sound and builds entire atmospheres, worlds to the point of sight and tangibility; given the modern resources, it’s only natural to equally focus on expanding that experience to reality: actual visuals and mixed media.

Performance artists can make their multimedia visions a reality, and traditional musicians can enhance their songs to whole sonic landscapes of limitless sound.

Before the forty reason foray – reason the first and foremost… the brass tacks as to why music is always reason to get excited: it makes the people come together – the bourgeoisie and the rebel

Watch this space: I… can’t count on Rolling Stone – killer concept, but they killed said concept (read: “You hear it all the time… ‘Rock is dead,’ and well, mea culpa”). As Andy Warhol said, though, “You have to be willing to get happy about nothing,” but I’m a Gen-Yer and in world 2.0 I’m more than willing and able to get excited about everything – after all, Pop goes the culture.

Dime Dailies: Drake – “Over”

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Aubrey “Wheelchair ‘They see me rollin’ they hatin” Jimmy” Graham dropped the video “Over” rated

My two cents:

– (0:00-0:15) Hey, I use Photoshop too! LOVE Adobe.

– (0:20) Aubrey’s not sad, he’s pensive… trying to figure out how to get out of a room with no doors – that and trying to remember how he got there in the first place

Solo Mode: MTV Unplugged – Classic Past, but Starburst Brings the Futile Future

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Unplugged: the ways in which I loved thee are innumerable. When you left, you took a piece of me with you – not as much as when you cameoed on SNL, pulling the plug on A. Simps-now-but-not-then-Wentz, and took a piece (read: bulk) of her career – but still, there is a void.

You’ve returned! Oh, ah, wait – at least, I think that’s you…

I… can’t seem to make out the stage with all the neon logos, blonde hair, and white veneers in the way; and for the love of all that is acoustic please turn off your Starburst – please.

So… Unplugged returned – kind of

Lucky A la Mode

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It’s Valentine’s Day, New York Fashion Week, snowing, another beautiful day in the neighborhood, and regardless of any of the aforementioned I’m a hypermediated millennial (read: willing and able to get excited about anything (read: nothing)) so here’s where Cupid’s squeeze led my brief but bombastic attention span this week:

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The Shortest Musical You Will Never See Again

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A Dime, A Dozen: Madonna and Jay-Z – Pop Pillars

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Round 6 of “A Dime, A Dozen” brings us to a pair that needs no introduction (that was easy): Madonna and Jay-Z

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As far as modern culture is concerned, there was no “before Madonna” or “before Jay-Z,” these two go back with American Pop like babies and pacifiers – we were the babies, they appeased our early adolescent pop culture confusion, and fed our pop hearts (watch this space). This list wouldn’t exist without either of these Pop pillars. Essentially, not enough can be said about the overall impact of Madge or Hov on modern music and culture. However, said impact is by-and-large concentrated in their heydays of the 80s (Madonna) and 90s (Jay-Z). Yet, in the midst of bubblegum pop tarts and auto-tuned out wankstas, Madonna and Jay-Z remained relevant. They were not so much out of touch with the young mainstream, as they were elevated monarchs presiding over their pool of possible heirs.

Madonna and Jay-Z are not only Pop’s pillars; they are the architects, Godparents, and yin and yang. They don’t collaborate with one another, they act independently to build each of their niches – which combines to create a panoramic baseline for Pop. The 2009 VMAs indicated just that:

The VMAs open with Madonna — $120m “360″ deal for 10 years, about to come out with her epic greater-than-greatest hits CD/DVD collection: Celebration, reminding the world of her icon status, not that she trying to steal the spotlight from the Taylor Swifts, but that she built the stage they’re on right now — and the VMAs close with Jay-Z — $150m “360″ deal for 10 years, off the heels of his 9/11 concert and Blueprint 3 release, reminding the world of his icon status, that he’s not battling the Gucci Manes, but that he christened the battlefield, he’s reminding the pop princes, princesses, and paupers how to look at the big picture and get into the empire state of mind. So, the middle is all filler but the bookends are steady — thanks, Live Nation, you corporate behemoth you.

As architects Madonna and Jay-Z (literally) laid the blueprint throughout the decade.

A Dime, A Dozen: Christina Aguilera and Coldplay – Mainstream Maestros (Honorable Mention)

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Round 2 of “A Dime, A Dozen” is the duo-that-didn’t-quite, the couple-right-outside-the-court: Christina Aguilera and Coldplay, my honorably mentioned Mainstream Maestros.

Pretense: These two… these two, these two. Coldplay could’ve been where Radiohead is, and Christina could’ve been where Britney – eh, well when you see the rest of the list you’ll see a better parallel <– hint) – is. That said, Christina and Coldplay are technically great artists, they pay attention to composition, and the classical art behind music – which I appreciate. They are also deliberate with their works – deliberate to the point of releasing an album and then disappearing for a few years; only to come back with a wildly successful, thoroughly enjoyable, and critically acclaimed piece, touring for a bit, running the award show gamut, and settling into a hibernating state for another few years before beginning the cycle yet again – which I appreciate. That said, thus is why they are not in the Court – they take too long. They are too traditional in method – message notwithstanding – to be Pop’s best of the decade. I cannot ignore the sheer talent and artistry of Christina Aguilera or Coldplay though.

The de-brief: VMAs 2009

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Yes, please. MTV: proof that reality is the greatest canvas, and life is the greatest performance art. By reality, of course I mean “reality drama” and MTV’s “reality” which is anywhere a production crew happens to be, and by life I mean celebrity – because, really, who else’s life matters? The VMAs (as stated below) are the encapsulation of all things Generation MTV, all things pop. While the past few years saw the bubble burst and pop culture crumbled to a state of all style and no care for substance, 2009 was ripe for the renaissance of Pop Art and a Warholian world of blurred lines between reality and fantasy for entertainment’s sake. Let’s delve.

Distriction: Springing back from cy-bernating slumber

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This weekend welcomed the Cherry Blossom Festival, DC’s cultural introduction to Spring — and the perfect way to wake from a late winter hibernation from the digital domain.


A brief greeting after my semi-extended stint away from the blogosphere. I took some time to rest and refuel my creative reserves — similar to a bear’s hibernation for the digital age, more tech and less time.


So, I’m back now: like Bipartisanship a la Britney

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babies …


Bush (W.)a la Barack


the sound of dot-com bubbles bursting …


and dot-com bubbles broadening …

Scientology a la Palin‘s people …


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and those beautiful cherry blossoms.


A week (end) in review — in case you missed it

Because I’m busy that’s why

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Like N.E.R.D. said “It’s time for some action,” so while I’m out studying the world in 4 minutes just know I’ve got the wiings to stay fly. Schoolwork, work work, life work: only work if you work them

In between inspiration: synthetic …


and organic …


I work hard now so I won’t have to settle for situations involving Sarah later.

Though it’s still not too late for her to employ my no-fail two-step plan: magazines and manners, remember them — keep those in mind and it should be easy sailin’ for Palin. As for where that tugboat is going exactly, I’m sure I don’t know; but there’s bound to be a loyal fleet of good ol’ boats following.

Watch this space: Will discuss after I TiVo it …

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