I have a confession.
I'm obsessed with the Lana Del Ray album "Born to Die."
I know I shouldn't be.
Not just because she became a laughingstock on SNL--even SNL defended her, and let's face it, they should. It's great to stay cutting edge, but putting someone on your show who has so little experience performing on television should obviously be a recipe for disaster. Then again, you could have said the same thing about the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.
But let's not get too lofty.
After all, we're talking about an album with a song called "Diet Mountain Dew"--my favorite (the song, not the soda).
I don't really know how to describe my feelings for the album.
I'd say it's perfect music to do ecstasy to, or drive through a vague metropolitan city in a new car, or do the second while doing the first, but I've never done either or both.
It's a little too creepy to be sex music, but it's a little too sexy to be truly creepy.
You can't listen to it at home, or you feel like you're at that party from "Garden State" where Zach Braff just sat on the couch and everybody moved in fast forward around him.
It's understandable why the album got mixed reviews.
Almost all the songs are too long, repetitive, and have virtually no lyrical sensibility.
Yet when you listen to it, you feel...cool.
Or at least, you feel like you should be feeling cool, even if you know by the sheer fact that you're feeling cool it's probably an artificial cool, and so you're not cool at all, quite the opposite in fact.
Does that make sense?
Well, nothing about this does.
I just know that listening to "Born to Die" is the closest I've ever felt to feeling like I'm going to a rave with my dealer in L.A. after a day of filming soft-core porn in the Valley.
It's not a necessarily pleasant image, but, like the album itself, it is an interesting achievement nonetheless.
I'm obsessed with the Lana Del Ray album "Born to Die."
I know I shouldn't be.
Not just because she became a laughingstock on SNL--even SNL defended her, and let's face it, they should. It's great to stay cutting edge, but putting someone on your show who has so little experience performing on television should obviously be a recipe for disaster. Then again, you could have said the same thing about the Beatles on Ed Sullivan.
But let's not get too lofty.
After all, we're talking about an album with a song called "Diet Mountain Dew"--my favorite (the song, not the soda).
I don't really know how to describe my feelings for the album.
I'd say it's perfect music to do ecstasy to, or drive through a vague metropolitan city in a new car, or do the second while doing the first, but I've never done either or both.
It's a little too creepy to be sex music, but it's a little too sexy to be truly creepy.
You can't listen to it at home, or you feel like you're at that party from "Garden State" where Zach Braff just sat on the couch and everybody moved in fast forward around him.
It's understandable why the album got mixed reviews.
Almost all the songs are too long, repetitive, and have virtually no lyrical sensibility.
Yet when you listen to it, you feel...cool.
Or at least, you feel like you should be feeling cool, even if you know by the sheer fact that you're feeling cool it's probably an artificial cool, and so you're not cool at all, quite the opposite in fact.
Does that make sense?
Well, nothing about this does.
I just know that listening to "Born to Die" is the closest I've ever felt to feeling like I'm going to a rave with my dealer in L.A. after a day of filming soft-core porn in the Valley.
It's not a necessarily pleasant image, but, like the album itself, it is an interesting achievement nonetheless.
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