How fucking boring the world would be if only Bon Iver-types played on the radio or the megaplex showed only tender German coming-of-age films that take place in small industrial towns. Yes, taste exists as a mostly arbitrary development of rules to govern your sense of self, the way all rules exist to create mostly arbitrary limits of government; but the great freedom of the modern world means I can plop this Justin Bieber song right after my Julie Doiron collection and before 400 Degreez in iTunes. And, ultimately, it’s progressively less novel the more and more this occurs.
This week, David Turner (dalatu.tumblr.com) and I will write about some of our favorite, mostly underwritten-about pure pop/radio songs. Turner is a music blogger who once reviewed a Waka Flocka Flame/French Montana mixtape for Pitchfork. He is unreasonably good at responding to emails in a timely fashion.
It’s generally true, that I answer e-mails pretty quickly. Anyway, this should be fun to do, and please follow theredbackpack if you don’t on already (and read the rest of this post there also). Also, his Twitter rants are very IMPORTANT and usually great.