I believe that, as a society and a culture, we have progressed beyond
certain more savage tendencies. We no longer resolve matters of small
debts with axes to the face. Instead we take them to Judge Judy who
merely looks like an
axe to the face. We do not today believe we can test a witch by seeing if
she floats. Instead we now understand that ghosts
talk to us through the static on our televisions. In short, we have
evolved.
So with this realization, can we all agree that the value of an album
is defined by the quality of the music, not by how many of its
possible 70 minutes are filled. Can we all come together and say, in
unison, that putting 23 minutes of crickets or highway noises at the
end of your CD doesn’t make it better. It makes it
worse.
It makes me look up and realize that the reason I can hear the
annoying guy in the next cube wheeze into the phone like a torn
bagpipe is because I’ve been listening to your stupid filler track for
the last 5 minutes. And, because we have not evolved quite
that much, it makes me want to take an axe to your GOD DAMNED
FACE!!!
xoxo,
Justin
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