I'm a philosophy student that tends to post about really serious things unseriously and about really unserious things seriously.
I was once described as a "beautiful, intelligent iguana".
Let’s just cut the shit for a minute and say it: electronic dance music is the stupidest music on the planet. It even has a fittingly dumb name, EDM, which makes me cringe every time I see it. More so than the acronym, though, the reason it sucks is because the amount of talent required to perform it is precisely none.
Case in point: Paris Hilton recently made her DJ debut in Brazil. She can’t give a competent on-screen blowjob—Christ, you just put it in your mouth and spin your head around like Linda Blair—but she sure can throw down Gotye remixes and Avicii tracks to big crowds. Hilton even pushed a few buttons and it looked like she knew what she was doing. The best part about the whole spectacle was how it showed that trotting out some attractive and vapid idiot with no qualifications to DJ, other than that they have a following, isn’t exclusively a Vancouver thing.
Michael Mann, the filmmaker, gets paid to make movies and TV shows that depict urban crime as being simultaneously slick and gritty, a balance that few others of his profession have landed, making him one of the best of his peers.
Michael Mann, the writer, not related to the filmmaker, writes persuasive arguments against EDM like the above. I’d like to ask him what qualifications are needed to DJ, if he thinks that no talent is necessary to perform said genre of music but my head is spinning like Linda Blair reading this piece.
2) “Hey, the last time I put together an article full of ad-hominems, insults, strawmen, sub-Cracked ‘tude and bro-snark misogyny, it got 400+ comments! Let’s keep that hit-count gravy train a’rollin!”
3) Wouldn’t it be funny if it was the same Michael Mann, though? Just embittered over having to scout dance clubs to shoot for Collateral and dealing with tinnitus afterwards?
Just reblogging this to say that Michael Mann has been writing shit exactly this terrible for The Georgia Straight for years. With apologies to the handful of good people who have worked to improve its standard of quality (Gregory Adams, holla), The Georgia Straight has been devoid of any merit as an arts-and-culture review for the entire time I’ve been reading it (though I moved out of Vancouver three years ago so I’ve had little occasion to peruse it recently). Anyway, it appears things ain’t changed. The worst thing is that it has no competition, and I shed tears for the brave souls who tried and failed to develop an alternative (Terminal City, Only, Tooth & Dagger). If the publishers had any sense, they’d fire all of their terrible, entrenched old-guy music writers and start over, but all they care about is the ad revenue from their condo-buying readers’ eye-time — and that business model is clearly working just fine for them — so that’s not going to happen.
I would just like to say: there’s a difference between having a DJ-set, and having a DJ-set people actually thought was good.
I mean, by his qualifications, rock music is talentless shit because (the obvious example) Nickelback released an album. The problem is, of course, that no one with a critical mind towards music judges Nickelback well.