Here’s my problem with the halftime show of Super Bowl XLV – it was a symbol of everything that was wrong with the event without showing a hint of any of the good. If you’re okay with a billionaire charging thousands for bad seats inside the stadium and hundreds for seats out in cold to watch the game on TV, then this was the perfect show for you. On the other hand, if you prize substance and style over fads and plastic spectacle, you were left wanting.

I have nothing specifically bad to say about Black Eyed Peas – their music is strictly meh, but then again, what chart-topping pop/pap isn’t these days? If I hadn’t been spinning their singles back in the day at WUNH and remember a time when they actually had something to say, perhaps I wouldn’t mind them. However, I’m not prepared to undergo the full lobotomy that would allow me that perspective, so whenever they’re mentioned in conversation my standard line is something like “Yeah, I remember when they didn’t suck”. Perhaps it’s a little harsh, but it’s also true. What also happens to be true is that, because I don’t play to sold-out venues every other night and enjoy non-stop airplay, I won’t completely disparage their collective talents and musicianship. It’s poor form and I want no part of it. Continue reading →