Looking at Justin Timberlake’s on the old cover of the February 2003 issue of Vibe (it’s in the office, no idea why). Okay, fine. They had Eminem (and got Zadie “I Was A Promising Novelist For A Few Minutes There” Smith to write his puff-profile), then they got Justin, the white(r) Michael Jackson. But why is he wearing an MC5 t-shirt?
And I don’t mean murder of context in a good way, like sampling; I mean it in a brain-deadening, punishing way, melting everything down into a sea of meaningless signifiers no longer attached to anything, totally unmoored and drifting and glancing off each other without ever leaving a mark.
Music I listened to today:
Morton Feldman’s Piano and String Quartet, performed by the Kronos Quartet with Aki Takahashi on piano
Art Ensemble of Chicago, Americans Swinging in Paris (a compilation of the albums Les Stances A Sophie and People In Sorrow)
Yes, Close To the Edge