There are certain things songwriters do that seem almost guaranteed to produce a bad song, but they keep doing it.
Step #1: Suck. Step #2: Forget you suck. Step #3: Remember you suck in front of 100 people.
When art sucks, it sucks for consistent and modern reasons.
Judging by how often their spectacularly bad ideas make the wrong kind of headlines, it clear musicians need to get better PR teams.
Sometimes lyrics have meaning. And sometimes that meaning is very terrifying.
What sucks about the entertainment industry is that usually a very small group of very pretty people get all of the credit for work done by an army of talented folks behind the scenes.
Robin Thicke can relax knowing that the person he ripped off was much cooler than all the other people who have been ripped off.
I'm going to venture out into the wilds of the Internet and track down what's being released today, if for no other reason than to get a status report on a part of pop culture I've abandoned.
Be honest, how hard are you listening to the lyrics of any given song?
As if 'But it hadn't happened yet!' was a valid excuse for being grossly insensitive.
The band may not straight-up pretend that the amputated musician never existed, but the hows and whys of that person's sudden departure are rarely discussed.