I never really cared for listening to Sinead O’Connor,
it just never spoke to me. I remember when she ripped up the Pope picture on TV
and everybody had faux outrage, which seemed weird to me because the pope meant
nothing to my godless rural American ass, but thankfully the whole world is
nihilistic and jaded now, so something like that wouldn’t register a blip. By
now we know all our institutions have failed us generally, and everything is
doomed in the institutional sense, but fuck it, we can still carve out marginal
autonomy somehow, I guess. Anyways, hearing Prince do this song himself really
drove home how thankful I am I didn’t fuck around with Sinead O’Connor, because
wasn’t this like her only good song? If that’s not true, tell me in the
comments, and I’ll get in rectifying my opinion, BECAUSE NONE OF ON THE
INTERNET ARE ANYTHING EXCEPT ARCHIVAL CURATORS OF ALL OF POP CULTURE. IT IS THE
POINT OF OUR EXISTENCE, TO BURDEN OURSELVES WITH OPINIONS ON ALL THIS
MEANINGLESS GARBAGE CONSUMERIST FAUX ART. So help me waste my life, further,
because I’m not dead yet. At least not physically.
2 comments:
I generally agree with your assessment of O'Conner..the only song by her that really did anything for me is " I am Stretch on your grave". I think it's a remake of an old Irish folk song, but a pretty groovy song, for her...
that is good to know. I shall revisit this song you mention
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