Every day as I drive to the track I keep punching the radio to different stations looking for music, decent music. It's all bad, flat, lifeless, tuneless, listless. Yet some of these compositions sell in the millions and their creators consider themselves as true Artists. It's horrible, horrible drivel entering the minds of young heads. They like it. Christ, hand them shit, they eat it up. Can't they discern? Can't they hear? Can't they feel the dilution, the staleness?
Charles Bukowski, The Captain Is Out To Lunch And The Sailors Have Taken Over The Ship
Charles Bukowski, The Captain Is Out To Lunch And The Sailors Have Taken Over The Ship
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