by Dan Hoy on Dec.29, 2011
I think we can all agree that 2011 was a convincing warm-up to the Apocalypse. For those of you wondering what’s on tap for 2012, rest assured that we are almost there. In the spirit of popular end-of-the-year lists, below is a compilation of apocalyptic preludes for the coming year (with the main event currently scheduled for 2013):
And much more!
Sound off below with your own prophecies and counter-prophecies —
by Dan Hoy on Apr.23, 2011
A couple of months ago I was in Destin, FL with my family. One day we went to this place that served gross food. There were alligators there. Anyway they also had one of those things that are filled with stuffed animals that you try to rescue with a scary mechanized claw. The stuffed animals looked like they’d been in there a long time. In particular, there was this space monkey smashed against the glass. He was in an impossible position. There was no way he would ever be saved by a mechanized claw. This was his life, for ever and ever. And yet deep down he knew that even if he were rescued, even if he were free, this would still be his life. He knew, deep down, that his life was analogous to all life. To be trapped against the glass for all eternity — this is life. This is what it is to be free.
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by Dan Hoy on Mar.13, 2011
Aside from the iconic “…Baby One More Time” and Christina’s “Genie in a Bottle”, I really can’t handle the late ‘90s / early ‘00s incarnation of pop associated with Lou Pearlman. It all feels like a bad hangover from the late ‘80s, with the early ‘90s as the blackout at the end of the night. But while the stars of Christina and Timberlake have since spiraled in opposite trajectories (with Pearlman sentenced to 25 years for being a total asshole), Britney Spears has (de)stabilized into something of an anomaly within the pop constellation. More electron than star, she occupies a kind of probability distribution rather than a specific nodal point, manifesting as this or that image whenever an observation takes place, and only then. I’m an unapologetic fan of late career Spears, which at this point comprises just two albums, Blackout and Circus, and is about to include a third, Femme Fatale. But Blackout had the misfortune of being released during the apex of Spears’ extended public/personal meltdown, culminating in her disastrous performance of “Gimme More” at the MTV VMAs in 2007: