I got the new Beastie Boys album last night. I haven’t listened to all of it yet, but so far, it is kind of pissing me off.
Granted, I’m having a bad day. My achilles tendon is inflamed from a 3 mile walk, which infuriates me since I’d been weight training to get it better. I woke up with a headache, and I fought morons through traffic on the way into work. All this while listening to the new album.
Now, it’s not that I don’t think politics have a place in music, or even that I disagree with the political views they are rapping about. It just feels empty and underwhelming. The best analogy I can give it is a wet fart, full of noise, but all you’re left with is poop.
It isn’t giving me any insight that I don’t already know; in fact, if just sort of skims the surface of the issues. The music sort of seems like a call to arms to save us from ourselves. By the way, great job on saving Tibet, guys… oh, wait, that didn’t work out either?
Maybe I just wanted to escape for awhile, maybe I need to listen to it all and give it another chance. The Beastie Boys have been the soundtrack to my life, and many others around my age. When I think of good times in my life, the Beastie’s music from that period comes shining through like a beacon of fun.
Poopy pants aren’t fun.
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