Guess what, Frumpsters: Tickets for our favorite band from Paris, France went on sale today in our neck of the woods. You know what that means? It means they make an easy plug in for a our weekly Jam of the Wednesday feature.
Don’t worry. We won’t offer you anything that’s been picked up by a Cadillac commercial. We’ve been following them since United leaked, so we’re not your average group of nouveau-Phoenix fans. Make the jump for two more from Thomas Mars and the rest of the les gars from Phoenix. Oh, and we’re making a conscious effort to show off their range…
On top of that, I’ve actually enjoyed perusing many of Rolling Stone’s popular lists released as of late: The 500 Greatest Albums of All Time, The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time, etc.
Having said that, however, I’ve always delved in fully aware of how polarizing lists on such personal taste-based, subjective topics can be. Who’s to say, after all, that one album is “better” or more “important” than another? I mean, sure, we all could, but what does it really mean? What should it mean?
In that same vein, I write now fully aware of just how sensitive and potentially meaningless the pursuit of disparaging such a list is. Nevertheless, after taking a gander at the list in question here today, I felt I simply had no choice but to put my foot down.
You know, acknowledge that my taste in music really is more sound and respectable than these sheep; these poor, misguided fools that contributed to this horror of a list.