Thoughts

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In my head I'm still living and working as if there is no internet, and treat it as a nuisance. The internet is a beautiful tool for many, many things, but it is in direct opposition to the art of music being treated with respect.

-Jack White (NME News| Continue)

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I absolutely agree with Jack White, though an even bigger issue is at stake with evidence proving so being just about everywhere too. The internet has made us smarter, shallower, faster, less attentive, more accelerated, less creative, less visual, and above all, less substantial. But who can resist the temptation for instant global communication and an eternal amount of knowledge? Wouldn't it be a terrible thing if facebook set the precedent for social interaction? What if the heart of a relationship boiled down to 000's and 111's, line after line of programmed code? I believe the internet is good for commerce because it exposes every business, no matter the size, to a globe sized market. But what comes after that? The internet can't replace the truly important things in the world, all the unexplainables of the heart and soul.  If words can't describe or capture the feeling, numbers certainly can't either, sure as fuck. What's criminal is that they want to. 

I'll talk ears off about it, but you can't hear it enough. This man is cool as fuck.

I think the newspaper industry can be salvaged by requiring college students to have subscriptions for class.

Magazine's today are beautiful and aesthetically inspiring, but what's missing is a sense of joy.

Adultery and infantry are opposites. 

Nashville has been loving on B.o.B. for quite a while now and that was before he did anything. Now he's about to release an album for goodness sakes, not even another mixtape, a real deal album. After a summer where Cloud 9 could honestly never not be heard when the sun went down, I thought B.o.B. was sure to pass on like a fashion, doomed to the ranks of every other weird high schooler on myspace, boxing on a bedroom mic and chiefing a gangle of weed after school. But two years later, the smoke cleared and look who it is. B.o.B. has come out of Atlanta ahead of the rest, fresh off Rock The Bells with Wu plus slots on a host of other tours. Best of all, he's still weird as ever. Bo.B. literally has no shame and will throw out any idea that comes to mind, no matter how hokey into a rhyme and it'll be cooler than cool. You can just picture this dude wheeling around some roller rink, thinking up a storm and breaking not a sweat on his bow tie, dandy as fuck. That same energy is the reason why his music can sound so fresh and still cross through so many different worlds at the very same time. He doesn't have to try at all to be as diverse as possible. The piano ballads aren't soft and limp and the anthems rage (Haterz Everywhere). When Ziggy Stardust's spaceship finally landed, he watched Black Dynamite and brought forth the man that is B.o.B nearly twenty years later. Check out the first track off B.o.B Presents the Adventures of Bobby Ray. 

B.o.B.-Don't Let Me Fall