Friday, February 9, 2024

Tay Tay Brings the NFL to a New Era of Punterdom

 I've always degenerated to sports commentary on nights like these, when the hollow moon drifts over the Americas.  It always winds up, in a way akin to competitive elegance of wit by virtue of Jah's Love, that on a TGIF night in downtown Durham Cackalackistan we find ourselves a an United nation in the glorious rapture of Dionysus.  Apollo be damned.  The less graphic art in our eye sockets, the best and the better.

The NFL, inspiring fans of sportsmanlike conduct and the art of the Win, has taken a new direction with thee recent prevalence of Tay Tay in our great NFL.  It's almost a shame, or a sham if you will, that sports purists come up with the most outlandish conspiracy theorizations about the forthcoming NFL match betwixt the Fortiniters and the Kansas City Queers.  I have to say,

I have never been to Branson.

He's never been there...

HE HAS NEVER BEEN THERE!

...he's never been there...

However indebted we all are by the Patrick Mahomosexual NFL sport fans, I must merely comment that grammatical Nazism when it comes to proclaiming athletic competition "Sport", singular, as opposed to just calling it "Sports as Such" seems rather gaytarded.  I mean, if there be any trifle about the Game for the World Championship of Footballing, it aught to be in laying grievances politically or otherwise and casting aspersions on Tay Tay aside.  It's immoral.

"Midnights Long Play Colored Vinyl"?

Buy it.  Tay Tay's progressions from country idol pop punk artisan to enlightened aristocratic artist of the calibre never known in all the world of music within the "Midnights" album are tremendously ecstatic.  The use of "Hip-Hop" oriented drums (whether TR-606 Drum Machines or Funk Breakbeats) seems worthy of adumbration.  I know, I know.  No 38 year old aught take the Tay Tay cultism for Tween Emos as seriously as all this, and I'd assume I would rightly be embarrassed as a punk if it were not for the sheer aesthetical profundity of "Midnights".

Further,

Tay Tay was able to do something most artists who release music formally (non-net releases) never achieve, by way of her powerful gravitas as the most successful musician in all the history of pop as such.  She went back and re-released "Red" (including the uber long track from the indie musaque video she produced etc.), and used the versions of the tracks she put her heart & soul into she would have preferred.  This rarely happens.

I've released an indie IDM album, remixing Amber Pacific & Mayday Parade, and let me tell you fair reader...  One rarely gets to release the version of your song you would have liked.  I admire her independence.

Those who scoff at Tay Tay as in any way political are naive.  Sean Hannity once quipped on his Fox Radio 3 Hour Show, that you don't have to feel in any way ashamed or hypocritical about listening to music made by a man or woman who is contrary to your personal politique.  It would be absurd to think that one should or must refrain from supporting artists who aren't in line with your personal morays & ethics.  If one had to vet every musician for congruence with one's personal convictions religiously, they would be so busy with reading disinformation polemics on Wiki that one would never get around to simply reveling in the ecstasis of new compositions.

So with that,

I support Jenna Bush's take on Tay Tay, which is Trumpists who get their panties in a wad about the KC Chiefs & Tay Tay are R.I.N.O.S.

Vote Haley,

and may thee best team, coach and QB win this Sunday for our so called "Uber Bowl".

I for one will be reveling in the fashion of Kappa traditionalism at a Sports Bar.

So remember,

These times are tough,

but if one truly, really lives for sporting - always remember the 'Work' and the 'Man or Woman' are to specifically be defined as such in a kind of existential separation words and proclamations could hardly describe.  Though if one tried, I'm sure it would be done adequately.  And so..


"FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO PARTY"


Buy Taylor Swift's "Midnights L.P." and the Beastie Boys' final LP of Acid Jazz instrumentation called "The Big Mix-Up" (of which I sampled 'breaks' from for my Off Me Nut Records L.P.  named "Riddim Killaz" by my clash moniker Clip & Carbine).

Thank you,

and may Gott bless our great State of North Carolina~!

DDU24

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