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Originally posted by Sidd Finch
I'm trying not to follow the Cat Stevens story because he generally depresses me -- fucking waste of talent.
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Whoa, we're talking 70s AM radio here. It ain't like Dylan or Neil Young decided to become monks in nepal or something...
I understand the need to speak prositively of the dead or the religiously insane, but when I hear people on VH1 say things like "Jim Croce's loss cannot be understated" or "Chapin's death left a chasm in modern music", its hard for me not to think "Whaaaa?" "Peace Train" is a fine and dandy little ditty, but its not Cole Fucking Porter. "Bad Bad Leroy Brown" is not "Blowin in the Wind". We're talking about 70s quaalude ballads. The bar was set so low that Gordon Lightfoot was considered a poet at the time. I understand that taste is in the eye of the beholder, but come on... Cat Stevens put out a few moderately good songs during the bleakest period in modern American music. Waste of talent my ass. If he weren't waxing idiotic about fatwas and managing his beard, he'd be cracking jokes with Danny Bonaduce on informercials for Time Life "best of the 70s" collections on late night television.
"I fly sooo high... when I'm s t o n e d."
"Superior they said never gives up her dead when the gales of november come early (cue flute solo)..."
Crimes against nature... all of it.
