Kesha/Ke$ha/K Dollar Sign HA sucks. However you spell it, she really sucks.
It's not that I don't like dance music. I do. That's part of why I'm so offended by her. I'm goo-goo for Gaga. I have a serious man-crush on Justin Timberlake. If you don't own the whole Cee Lo record, you need get on iTunes right now and download it. For a REAL female pop star, I'm all about Rihanna. With so much great dance music out there right now, Ke$ha should be waiting tables at Applebee's instead of masquerading as a pop star. Kesha sucks so bad that she makes Britney Spears look talented.
I first became aware of Ke$ha's musical crimes accidentally. My wife bears the blame. When I borrowed her car a few weeks ago, a song came on the radio as soon as started the car. I couldn't believe my ears. I thought Snookie and J-Woww had cut a single.
When I got home, I asked my wife, "Did Snookie and J-Woww cut a single? I just heard the worst song ever and it sounds it should be the Jersey Shore anthem!"
"Oh, that's Kesha," she said, "you know, the one who spells her name K Dollar Sign Ha. Yup. She sucks, but I listen to that station to wake up in the morning."
Sure, honey. In any case, I had no idea who Ke$ha was.
So I decided to investigate this travesty. With one click (preview!) on iTunes I discovered that the song in question is called "We R Who We R" and she has several other equally suck-ass singles. Really suck-ass singles. After another click to her Wikipedia page, I learn that she lists Beck, Queen, Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, Beastie Boys, The Damned, Velvet Underground, Madonna, Talking Heads, and Blondie as influences.
This is her second offense. If you listen to those artists, if those artists "influence" you, you clearly care about music. Nobody who cares about music could possibly commit musical crimes so heinous. It's just not possible. It's simply not possible. Her publicist must have told her to say that. It's the only possible explanation. Why put up the charade? Nobody who likes those artists will enjoy her stylings, and there isn't one microscopic bit of their influence in her music.
Message to Kesha - No !!!! These people are not your influences, Sweetie! You suck even more for pretending that you like real music made by real artists. Let me give a list of your actual influences - Paris Hilton, Lindsey Lohan, Kylie Minogue, RuPaul, Flock of Seagulls, The Weather Girls, and Paula Abdul. Sucky as they all are, you suck even more. U R Who U R, Kesha. And you suck.
In a final note, Kesha is only an accessory to the crime. The real criminals, the masterminds, are the producers and record company executives who pump this crap out and make stars of talentless dimwits while so many people with actual talent are working day jobs. Shame. Shame. When they die, if there is justice, they will be locked in room and forced to listen to Kesha and others of her ilk for all eternity.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Things that don't suck - Part 1
Blue Ginger and Ming Tsai don't suck.
I generally frown on restaurants owned by "Celebrity" chefs. All too often, people base their opinions of eateries on the idiotic ramblings of rags like the Boston Globe or the Improper Bostonian. While I don't want to speculate on why professional food writers consistently fail to demonstrate a developed palate or the ability to accurately assess the quality of Boston's most expensive meals, I have no problem calling bullshit on the whole racket surrounding foodie culture in this town. Sure, Via Matta makes a nice bowl of pasta, but nobody should ever pay those prices for their entrees. The well regarded Hammersley's gave me a piece of overcooked, mediocre halibut, and the lamb loin chops were nothing special. Don't get me started on Ken Oringer's places. I actually respect him for being able to rob from the rich and tasteless and make them thank him for it. Down in New York, the once excellent Brassiere Les Halles, former home of Anthony Bourdain, was once a wonderful approximation of a real Paris Bistro. With Bourdain's fame funding a expansion and causing him to do what celeb chefs do - disappear and go on the food network - Les Halles has become nothing but a tourist trap with decent onion soup. I actually prefer Brassier Jo at this point.
But against all odds, Blue Ginger stays great. Really great. First things first, the service is perfect. After three visits spread out over several years, I have yet to have less than perfect service. The food, you ask? I've eaten a lot of fusion cuisine, and nobody does it like Ming. I wish I could trash him and make fun of his TV persona or rail on about how he talks a better game than he produces. I can't. Ming, via his capable underlings, has an uncanny ability to identify the essence of both French and Asian dishes and combine them organically and originally. He truly synthesizes the essence of both technique and ingredient. It doesn't feel like fusion. It just eats like good food. The lack of pretension is striking. Even better, prices at Blue Ginger are down right reasonable considering that you would pay more for an inferior meal at most overly hyped establishments in town. I would be cautious with t the overpriced drinks and average, overpriced wine list. Your best bet is the Spanish Reds and/or French and Italian whites. You'll get good bang for your buck with those.
Thanks, Ming, for showing that some "Celebrity" chefs can still keep up high level of quality and value that their restaurants.
I generally frown on restaurants owned by "Celebrity" chefs. All too often, people base their opinions of eateries on the idiotic ramblings of rags like the Boston Globe or the Improper Bostonian. While I don't want to speculate on why professional food writers consistently fail to demonstrate a developed palate or the ability to accurately assess the quality of Boston's most expensive meals, I have no problem calling bullshit on the whole racket surrounding foodie culture in this town. Sure, Via Matta makes a nice bowl of pasta, but nobody should ever pay those prices for their entrees. The well regarded Hammersley's gave me a piece of overcooked, mediocre halibut, and the lamb loin chops were nothing special. Don't get me started on Ken Oringer's places. I actually respect him for being able to rob from the rich and tasteless and make them thank him for it. Down in New York, the once excellent Brassiere Les Halles, former home of Anthony Bourdain, was once a wonderful approximation of a real Paris Bistro. With Bourdain's fame funding a expansion and causing him to do what celeb chefs do - disappear and go on the food network - Les Halles has become nothing but a tourist trap with decent onion soup. I actually prefer Brassier Jo at this point.
But against all odds, Blue Ginger stays great. Really great. First things first, the service is perfect. After three visits spread out over several years, I have yet to have less than perfect service. The food, you ask? I've eaten a lot of fusion cuisine, and nobody does it like Ming. I wish I could trash him and make fun of his TV persona or rail on about how he talks a better game than he produces. I can't. Ming, via his capable underlings, has an uncanny ability to identify the essence of both French and Asian dishes and combine them organically and originally. He truly synthesizes the essence of both technique and ingredient. It doesn't feel like fusion. It just eats like good food. The lack of pretension is striking. Even better, prices at Blue Ginger are down right reasonable considering that you would pay more for an inferior meal at most overly hyped establishments in town. I would be cautious with t the overpriced drinks and average, overpriced wine list. Your best bet is the Spanish Reds and/or French and Italian whites. You'll get good bang for your buck with those.
Thanks, Ming, for showing that some "Celebrity" chefs can still keep up high level of quality and value that their restaurants.
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