you know what’s odd? taking a nap in your hotel room in las vegas at 9pm and waking up disoriented and bleary-eyed at 11pm with the sound of taxis honking and tourists yelling at each other.
so now i’m awake and my friends have all gone out to various post-billboard-awards parties and i’m sitting here looking at the twinkling lights of las vegas as it stretches out into the desert. i felt like such a cranky curmudgeon tonight at the billboard awards…
i was doing interviews and giving very cranky answers to journalists about my thoughts on popular music and the culture that it engenders.there’s nothing inherently wrong with popular music culture, but it is oftentimes kind of distasteful and lacking in irony and self awareness.
i’m constantly stunned by how seriously the pop music world takes itself and its stars. i mean, come on, it’s pop music. it’s not international diplomacy or cancer research, it’s just popular music culture. ah well.
maybe i’m just jealous. yeah, that’s it. if i were a hot 21 year old r&b star i might take pop music culture very seriously. instead i’m just a cranky new yorker in his 30’s who likes to complain.
there are a bunch of gustav klimt reproductions in my hotel room. i wonder if he ever experimented with opiates or psychedelic drugs. cos his paintings have such a narcotic, hallucinogenic quality to them.
does anyone know if klimt was hopped up on goofballs?
and that chad kroger from nickleback is seemingly a very nice guy, but i still maintain that he looks disconcertingly like albrecht durer. which is a compliment, actually, albrecht durer was a very distinctive, interesting looking man.
and now, as you can tell, i’m starting to ramble. i should probably try to find my friends. in las vegas. at midnight. good luck. there all probably at the library, or maybe they’re reading up on the status of the human genome mapping project. what else would people be doing in lasvegas at midnight?
moby