Forty-four categories is far too much for something as fundamentally lame as the People’s Choice Awards, Lu and I have decided, but we’re married to this idea now, so we’re obligated to finish it. So here it is: the final installment of State of Affairs Versus The People’s Choice Awards. Today: MUSIC AND EVERYTHING ELSE THEY COULDN’T FIND A CATEGORY FOR.
Well cripes and begorrah, friends, hasn’t it been an interesting few days? I’d say it has, and frankly I’ve got a lot to nail down here, so bear with me. Of all the months for which I’ve done an “oddly enough” post this month has to take the proverbial cake. Got some doozies for you courtesy of the Strangest June in History.
Thank you for coming back my dear readers. It’s been quite some time since I’ve last updated the much-maligned State of Affairs webspace, but I would like today to mark the beginning of a trend back to what you’ve come to expect over our almost-one-year together. I promise I have an acceptable excuse for my absence, though, and before you start buying up nails and lumber for the inevitable crucifixion, I’d like to explain what I mean
Hello dear readers. I’m not actually here today.
Well, I am here, but not here.
To read my brilliant and insightful deconstruction of this year’s United State of Pop mashup music video, head on over to Turning Down The Suck, a brand-new music review site on which I was graciously asked to guest blog today. I think you’ll get a kick out of it, especially my buddy Van Der Sweet who founded the site. Shine on, you crazy Dutchman.
Hm. So for another four years we in Canada will be blissfully devoid of saccharine super-patriotic television commercials, and as Alan Cross noted on his Twitter feed this morning, with any luck we won’t have to hear that awful “I Believe” song ever again. But now that the hype is already dying down in my home city of Toronto, I feel it would be prudent for me to comment on the phenomenon that is the Olympic Games.