MUSIC FREAKIN’ ROCKED WHEN I WAS 3
by Todd Hartley
You’ll have to indulge me a little this week, folks. I’m afraid stupid people other than myself have decided to take the week off, leaving me to plum the shallows of my limited imagination to bring you this week’s rant.
Fortunately, I have something I’ve been wanting to say for a long time. You see, I’m what some people might call a music geek, and every time I hear a little snippet – and believe me, that’s as much as I can bear – of the auto-tuned, DJ-spun, crotch-grabbing-rappery, boy-bandish, no-instruments-required crap that people call music these days, a little part of me dies. Read the rest of this entry →