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Blackstar: Fuck You, Fake Music Lovers
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Originally posted by badmusic at Blackstar: Fuck You, Fake Music Lovers

In January this year David Bowie released one of the finest albums of his career. I listened to it once in the far background as I completed my tax return, occasionally stopping to marvel at some ingenious tangent or digression. In this piecemeal read-through, the use of acoustic instruments seemed startling. The welding of jazz clatter to a chorus of multi-tracked funeral singers on the title track held onto your pulsing heart with skeletal fingers and played it like an accordion.

The Next Day, Bowie's surprise album of 2015, was a solid Bowie record. His best since Scary Monsters. It was also, notably, a pastiche; an exercise in self-homage, calculated to remind you of all that you had loved. Blackstar, was something else. An ending filled with so much sap and seed that it also seemed like a beginning.

A couple of days after Blackstar came out, Bowie died.

I slotted in my ear buds and spent three months listening and relistening to nothing but Bowie in forensic, chronological order. It soundtracked every hour and minute that I was not at work. Every step taken on grey and rain splashed pavements. Every tree and smoke stained brick and grass blade that smeared past in transit. I heard Bowie in my dreams. I hoped, at the end, I would be able to listen to Blackstar again. Now, I find myself at the end of this septic year and I still can't do it.

This site has been dedicated to hate; to the vituperative de(con)struction of the worst of popular music, but we did it because of love.

We did it because there are works in the world that mean the very existence of bad art is an insult to human creativity. We accept this shit and distribute it and listen to it and watch it as though it is the same thing and that is a foul travesty. It is a transgression against our collective being.

But, worst of all - the very worst thing of all - is that so very many people cannot tell the difference.

So - here is the difference.

When you listen to that bad music you like, you want to have a little dance, don't you? You remember that time the same song was playing long ago when this happened and that happened and it feels happy or sad. You don't remember loving or even liking it then, but now it's connected to your life somehow and that is its meaning. It is an earthbound, bodily experience appealing to base emotions. To nostalgia and self.

But, when you listen to the collected works of David Bowie, you are privy to the emotional and intellectual becoming of a fucking genius. You are, for a brief time, transported from a plane of existence with no colour or substance to a realm of rhizomically branching possibilities. You on David Bowie is so much more powerful than you on any drug, if you listen. If you really listen.

When I finally play Blackstar again, I will immerse myself in it. I will allow it to take me where it wants to take me; to transcend what I am and who I am. I will scream and wail and laugh in the anti-matter blackness of it and they will be the words and the saxophones and the horns. It will fashion a void from my carcass and I will live in it.

And it will be the last time I ever truly listen to a new record by David Bowie - and that is why I cannot do it.

Not yet.

For Bart
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You might have seen this before, but I've only just come across it.

AA
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Steps 8 and 9 of Alcoholics Anonymous 12 steps encourage those in recovery to make peace with those whose lives they have messed up. What about people who don't have substance abuse as an excuse?

There should be an Assholes Anonymous. You should be able to set up interventions for people who are shitheads and who fuck up things for everyone else.

They should have to go to meetings and say "Hi, my name is X and I'm an asshole. It has been 10 days since I was last a total dick to someone."

I don't know whether this is a serious thought or the germ of a stand- up routine.

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Over on badmusic.livejournal.com I just called Green Day the Paul McCartney and Wings of punk. Look at me! TL;DR?

Green Day
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Bad Music is officially reopened.

Let's Do This Thing
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Bad Music - first poll of the new season - now live. Go vote in the comments!

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Bad Music is BACK. Nearly.
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Bad Music is coming back. And this time it means business! With an exclamation mark.

For those joining late to the conversation, badmusic.livejournal.com is a blog wher bart_calendar nd I rip the piss out of all the music artists you love. The twist is, Bart rags on UK bands and I stick it ro American artists. It's such fun! And mean.

This time around, we'll be going surround sound multimedia branded multiplatform - with a YouTube channel, podcasts where we answer our maddest detractors and playlists.

Bart has a thread on the go where people are nominating UK bands to eviscerate. That's all very well - but I need some US douchegroups to attack too. So - let me know who you want to see next on Bad Music with your finger words.

Socialism at work
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Top three countries in the Paralympics; China, Russia, Great Britain. USA, number 6. If you needed a demonstration that social healthcare works, that's pretty much it.

Meanwhile, at the Republican convention
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