There is a train of thought that is constantly chugging along the great mental metal of minds too great to fail. That was the thought pattern behind the Titanic—right? Or, was that off since it wasn’t a train, but a large ship atop water, the icy depths of death soon awaiting its foolish passengers believing they could tackle the grandest of behemoths that are the oceans of the earth? Foolish pride is not pitied. Or, it shouldn’t be. The hamartia of the engineers and architects, the media and the politicians, the crewmembers and the passengers, was tragic on scales more epic than even the Ancient Greeks. Hyperbolic? Possibly.…
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thoughts on Nicki Minaj’s debut album
I’m a supporter of music. Point blank. I still purchase albums, and usually for one or two reasons, sometimes both: i love the artist or i love their music. For the former, i will purchase the album regardless (unless it’s absolute rubbish, such as the case with Christina Aguilera’s latest, Bionic). For the latter, as is the case with artists like Lloyd Banks and R. Kelly (his alleged sexual criminal activities have sullied his reputation and lyrics’ intent), i don’t particularly have a connection nor am i enthralled by their characters or real-life selves, but i do enjoy their artwork. With Minaj, it was some of both. I don’t love her…
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