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The cultural SkynetBaby I want you It goes on like that for 3 minutes. Another gem. This one is out since last week. And I'm just sick and tired of that shit. It just drives me nuts. I try not to think about it but it is everywhere at the moment. On radio, videoclips on TV, all over internet, looping in my head. I need a freaking exorcist! It's on my mind all the time these days. Not the song, the songs. The whole system that fathered that songs. And the one before. And the one that will come after. A very intricate, automated, disproportionate, gruesome, indestructible, almighty matrix that hatches cultural monsters, exhausts them, finally eliminates them and feeds their remains to the next wave. I call it the Star System. SS... ironically. Every week a Gozilla emerges from the sea, rampages its way through the cultural distribution system, sucking its living substance of swarms of deadened minds, and dies off after a few weeks of cultural terror, for another bigger, uglier, dumber, dinosauric musical mastodont to take its place. The Star System is obviously about money, not music. It sells music because that's what people buy. If people bought books, it would sell literature. The customers of the Star System are being affected by it, and the star system is adjusting to that. The people expect less and less quality from it so it produces dumber and dumberer songs all the time. And as there seems to be no limit to human stupidity, it will never end. As far as I can see, there is no reason why it should stop one day. The Star System is extremely sustainable. And not only does it sustain itself, but it grows. Everyday. Until I press that button.
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