Is Pop a dirty word?
I’ve seen parents, OK only men who are also audiophiles, brag about how they’ve taught their daughters to hate Taylor Swift. And they say this like it’s a good thing.
“Skepticism is the sadism of embittered souls.” Emil Cioran
But I get it. I really do, perhaps more than you know so I’ll share that the college I graduated from, Bennington College, prided itself on attracting outsiders and one hook was a policy of no grades, no credits, no sports, no fraternities or sororities, and no real rules of most any kind. Of all the scheduled events, the “Dress to Get Laid” parties were the most popular and I recall, with a smile, how one such party was announced in the school bar by the heads of our class wearing nothing but cowboy boots and bow ties.
Lana Del Rey is remarkable. Remarkable for the frequency of her records and their quality, with words cutting like cake knives through life’s seemingly softer moments conveyed with stunning beauty, scope, and dare I say, originality. She is the outsider’s insider and Did you know that there’s a tunnel under Ocean Blvd, her latest released last week, is a panoramic cinematic stunner of the first order.
Get if from the official store (or hunt around for one of the sweet alternative covers with colored vinyl versions (I did).