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Music is without a doubt the most important thing in my life. I say this for many reasons. First of all, I'm constantly immersed in some sort of musical activity, whether it be making it, listening to it, or complaining about MTV. Secondly, I believe that musical taste says a lot about who someone is, i.e. whether one is independent and free-thinking or just another go-with-the-flow fast food culture automaton.


Record Bin - Here's a list of my favorite artists. In progress, como siempre. (This will be gone once the artist pages [groan] are complete.)


To Bling or Not to Bling, So What's the Question? - Cumming soon (but just breathing hard at the moment). So what the fuck happened to hip-hop, anyway? Gone are the days of otherwise respectable kids with an appreciation of jazz and blues, rhyming over bebop turntable loops. The glory days of hip-hop past have yielded to an idiot subculture of would-be murderers, rapists, and deadbeat fathers obsessed with letting you know (screaming at you) how many solid 24-carat gold Cadillac Escalades and platinum teeth they bought with their album's advance money. It's funny that they never mention how they'll be broke within the year. Pop culture's current sorry excuse for black, or "urban" music is my most frequent target of hate-soaked criticism. Platinum, dawg!