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winterborne

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Mar 17, 2005 14:05

Sometimes, an "artistic endeavour" appears that is so patently bad that all closely-held theories of aesthetic relativism run screaming. Such is the psyche-shredding experience that is Usher's latest effort, the anachronisitically-named "dot.com ( Read more... )

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kassrachel March 17 2005, 19:21:04 UTC

Okay, this sounds appallingly terrible.

I tried to listen to it anyway, but my OS saved me -- apparently "this feature is not yet available for Macintosh." I'll count myself lucky, I think. :-)

i love the way you dirty type bombasticus March 17 2005, 20:51:54 UTC

if there was a real genius 2 (jerry hathaway strikes back), this would be the love theme.

osirusbrisbane March 17 2005, 20:57:57 UTC

Well, the lyrics are hard to get lower than, but certainly the full experience of the Leonard Nimoy Bilbo Baggins song is more painful than this.

I was going to say... jearl March 17 2005, 23:29:28 UTC

The Ballad of Bilbo Baggins remains the low-water mark.

Someone isn't watching their Daily Show papa_funk March 17 2005, 23:48:40 UTC

I'm pretty sure that this song causes sanity damage.

Let the Eagle Soar might be scarier, but for other reasons.

I love the Ballad of Bilbo Baggins. The video cracks me up every time.

Bilbo Baggins bombasticus March 18 2005, 00:50:53 UTC

I *adore* the Ballad of Bilbo Baggins ("bravest little hobbit of them all"). And almost without irony. This Usher song is just stupid; the Ballad is sublime. Catchy sax line and all.

Re: Bilbo Baggins winterborne March 18 2005, 17:19:18 UTC

Agreed. There is value to be found in the Ballad, as with Plan 9 and other monsterpieces.

Monsterpiece (Who Embraced My Cheese?) bombasticus March 18 2005, 17:26:49 UTC

In fact, let's have another quote from Miracleman 16:

"Even the wretched and despised have their allotted place. Freed from all conflict, we have time now to explore new concepts, new frontiers, charting the space inside our minds as we once did the outer void, with pioneers drawn from the hopelessly addicted; psychonauts prepared to risk their sanity in chemical reconnaissance of new, interior continents.

"We call them 'spacemen.' Every child's ambition is to be one when they're grown."

Who knows what power awaits delvers into the cheese? The secrets! Of life! Itself!