| Wednesday, May 17, 2006 |
22:08 - Don't need him around anyhow
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I just heard this on the radio while waiting in line at the El Pollo Loco drive-thru.
Honestly: Is this the level to which Neil Young has sunk? Is this the standard for "protest songs" today?
I wasn't alive at the time to appreciate them on their artistic merits, but I know that thirty-five years ago, anti-war/protest-type songs were pointedly metaphorical or sharply ironic or subtly subversive. You know, poetic. Like songs.
But this? This reads like something from page four of a high school student newspaper. "Maybe it's a woman, or a black man after all!" Gee, and if you prick us, despite our skin colors, we all bleed red inside! Ommmmm!
One thing's for sure: this song is going to sound absolutely ridiculous five or ten years from now. About like this, which someone sent me the day after Election Day 2004.
Sheesh.
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Brian Tiemann
