sometimes the use of a song on an ad will remind you of who and why you hate. i hate elton john on innumerable grounds, thoroughly and in every respect. the shit is as musically and lyrically empty and deracinated, gutless, and pointless as, say, andrew lloyd weber. and i feel that when god condemns me to hell for eternity for my...shortcomings, He will pipe these recordings in to show me that i have not really understood the meaning of suffering. listening to elton john or andrew lloyd weber is the price we pay for being white, for having exploited and raped the world. you come out of a few centuries of that and you just aren't really anything anymore: your art is a fungus of some kind.

at any rate some ad or other currently gives us "i guess that's why they call it the blues." it's a typical elton melody, which is too boring to be really irritating, but bernie taupin, the master of meaninglessness, shoves the idiocy down your throat like force-feeding a hungerstriker. um, why do they call it the blues, as opposed to the pinks, or the new york jets? dunno. they call it the blues cause it's really sad. however, it's not. i'll teach elton john what they actually do cal the blues and why, if you give me an mp3 player and some duct tape: you'll be listening to son house or howlin wolf records until we cure you of the disease that is your art. perhaps elton's greatest moment, though, is "sad songs say so much." it's not itself a sad song, and it doesn't say anything at all; it merely asserts of itself that it is sad and that it says something, as though i ran out of stuff to write about and just wrote about how amazing this very piece of writing i'm now doing really is. this fucking sentence that you're fucking reading right now says so fucking much.