End of year commentary pt 1

Most overrated/overhyped-by-the-gays album of 2005 goes to --

Madonna's Confessions on a Dancefloor.

Her lyrics continue to be mostly trite. "Other places make me feel like a dork?" from the let-down 'I Love New York.' (I was hoping for some sort of anthem, but alas no.) "The lights are on, but there's no one home," indeed. Were they always that bad and I was just too gay to notice?

The music's not so problematic. Or at least the tracks where Stuart Price had a hand in. (By the way, a Virgo. And all of 28.) I've liked most everything he's done (Zoot Woman, Les Rythmes Digitales, and the Jacques Lu Cont/Paper Faces remixes.) So maybe there's hope for dance music.

Not fully thought out

File under: Stupid teenager tricks - someone has too big an allowance, methinks.

Da strike

You, sir, are no Rosa Parks.

Although I am watching all the unfolding hullabaloo from 500 miles to the south, I remember all the sleeping token booth clerks at night. I'm wondering how they justify continuing not to contribute benefits or pension. Who gets that?

Not that I am against unions, per se. But does power corrupt, or at the least go to one's head?

Pertinent

courtesy of the Propaganda Remix Project

Musically

Nothing of content to report, at least not yet, but this super gay anthem has been stuck in my head for the last day or so. (That's Claudia Brucken from Propaganda.) Queen of the Universe indeed.

Oh, and this one, too. (Jake Shears on the backing falsetto.)

Well, that didn't last long...

I probably will catch some flack for this, but I'm moving back to Brooklyn.

The reasons are many, but mainly I didn't know a good thing when I had it.