an amorous party at a farm

[piratemoggy.livejournal.com]

Courtesy of freakytigger and indeed FreakyTrigger, apparently we have all resolved our generational difficulties and become one big happy Radio Two family since 1966. Blimes.

Arbitrary Woodstock reference WTF

Of course you can't have an innaccurate and limited poll carried out without poptimists getting involved, with our great experience in POLL SCIENCE and superior democratic methods. Err. Anyway, I'm clearly not the best mod for this task but away we go.


[Poll #1443342]

It would be more thorough but I appear to be experiencing mild 'stealing wireless fail' so thought I'd just shove it out here quick.

Comments

Re: there was a dog! he had two bones!

[alexmacpherson.livejournal.com]

I rarely use Spotify at all (bloody adverts do my head in) but checking out the back catalogues of artists I've been meaning to get into strikes me as the most likely thing that I'd do - esp those where I don't trust any sort of critical consensus (Whitney, Mariah).

Re: there was a dog! he had two bones!

[koganbot]

Yeah, don't trust the crits, but trust this (1992):

Re: there was a dog! he had two bones!

[alexmacpherson.livejournal.com]

I love 'Can't Let Go'. W/Mariah I'm in the weird position of knowing pretty much all her singles, except the ones no one remembers, but no albums pre-Mimi. (I've now acquired all of them though! And will no doubt make my way through soon.)

Re: there was a dog! he had two bones!

[koganbot]

This isn't the single version, though. It's better than the single version!

Re: there was a dog! he had two bones!

[alexmacpherson.livejournal.com]

It's pretty amazing. How the hell did she EVER get a negative critical rep.

Re: there was a dog! he had two bones!

[koganbot]

This is speculation on my part. I recall her being as hated as Celine; it was automatic, the idea that it was OBVIOUS that she was bad, a technical showoff and the face of the corporation, with no connection to the truth of music. I'm quite proud that I liked her right away, but even I complained about her sometimes failing to connect emotionally - which is amazing to me in retrospect, that I didn't identify the consistent feeling within her sparkle and flash. And for most critics she was coming from another world: the soul they were most attuned to was the soul of hesitations and slurs, a soul of pain; or a soul of high-pitched sweetness and sorrow. Critics may have had fond memories of daredevil virtuosos like Clyde McPhatter, but someone like Mariah, in contrast, was not only an entertainment hussy and showoff, she made it all seem easy and risk free. Her sweat was left behind in the practice room; onstage and on record her sound just flew on its wings. Listening to her wasn't a challenge. She bestowed no edge or hipness on her listeners. Here were her leaps and whirls, and either you were with them or you weren't.