Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Greg Mania Ft. Not Pitbull

Have you noticed how hard it is for an artist these days in the music industry to attain a #1 without featuring a rapper or another artist? Is it that hard for their work to stand on it's own two feet without sucking Dr. Dre's/Dr.Luke's pee pee or bending over for David Guetta?

Endeavoring to fathom why ft.'s monopolize the Top 40, I've concluded it's unequivocally the name attached, not the anatomy of the song itself, which brings in the dolla bills. If you take out a rapper's portion in a song, won't the material itself suffice? In some collaborations, it's the perfect elixir for a hit record. Remember B.o.B's summer smash "Airplanes," featuring Hayley Williams? That song would have been nothing without her catchy ass chorus. But songs that randomly plug in Pitbull like Jennifer Lopez's comeback hit "On The Floor," make no sense to me. Go play with cougars, Pitbull.

The sea of autotune synth driven pop hits about being "up in the club" fabulize the nucleus of today's mainstream hits, with artists permeating one frivolous song after another. With the exception of some, radio waves are devoured with these trivial hits. Every time I turn on Top 40 radio and hear these shitty tunes I want to jump into a tank filled with piranhas and lawyers.



If anyone needs me, I'll be in Dexter's Laboratory making a time machine to go back to the 70's. 

Saturday, April 16, 2011

MANIA PRESS CONFERENCE: Let's Talk Born This Way Album Cover

VIVA LA SPRING BREAK BITCHES. Hope everyone is doing well and involving themselves in a daily dose of shenanigans. So, I woke up this morning to find exorbitant amounts of bedlam strewn about my social media timeline about the recently revealed cover for Lady Gaga's upcoming album Born This Way. 

So I'm going to address this in the best way I can: This is a new era. It's no longer discosticks and sequins. Born This Way's (coming from a predisposed notion cause not much has been exposed from the album) sonic impetus stems from electropop, with influences ranging from Nine Inch Nails to ABBA to sci-fi glam house beats that would typically be heard in an underground sex club in Berlin.

So basically here is the album cover:

mmmmk.

The way I see it is a motorcycle epitomizes living on the edge; it is symbolic of freedom, spontaneity, and simply not giving a tit. The album cover almost perpetuates the theme of the album. It looks a certain way which provokes a negative response. People don't like what they see. So behind this maybe tacky-Microsoft Word-esque not-so-breathtaking album cover are some pretty amazing tunes. So if people didn't judge a book by it's cover, we'd live in a prejudice-free society. 

The response from fans I saw this morning was like someone died. What the hell? The adverse echo post cover art release was certainly expected. Of course voice your opinion! But after seeing the most insane tweets I will have to pull a Barack and address this shit like a BAWSE. 


Even with the album cover spurring oodles of opinions, it's not going to undermine the sonic brilliance this album will surely deliver in May. So the people who were tweeting "This makes me want to kill myself," or "I'm not going to buy this shit," relax. Sit on your couch, eat some Bon Bons, or go pick your mother some lovely perennials. This isn't Defcon-5. 


Also quite a coincidence the album cover was revealed on the heels of the JUDAS single release yesterday. The cover looks like it was inspired by Judas Priest's Painkiller.


So yep, there it is. I'm going to go do unspeakable things with Nutella and daydream about having Jake Gyllenhaal's children. 

Friday, April 8, 2011

Procrastination Is Hard Work

I swear if I could change my major to procrastination I would have a PhD and a 3902834098234.08 GPA. Mitigating my contempt for procrastination can easily be alleviated by doing my work but what am I doing instead? Answer: Sitting here eating half of Italy's Nutella while blogging in order to avoid writing a 15 page term paper and case study, ergo I epitomize procrastination. It's become abundantly clear that the only thing on my mind is spring break and I'm way to excited about too many things to contrive these insipid assignments. Thank Whitney Houston it's Friday, but I'd rather explain anal bleaching to my grandmother than advance on my assignments.

7 more days till freedom. However, Mo' Nature ostensibly doesn't want to keep a stable temperature. I'm freezing right now! Global warming better step it up or I'm building my next house out of Styrofoam, rainforest trees, and the tears of baby seals. I can't wait till it's warm enough for me to go rot in the fields of Central Park.

I also finished my asymmetrical design for my art class which was inspired by Las Vegas/hookers/grease and glam:


This is a more trippy version, but I still have some more edits to do. I'm expecting getting a therapist's number to call instead of a grade for this class by the end of the semester.