You don’t have to be a “boomer” or a snobby jazz enthusiast like me to notice that good taste is now apparently whatever subpar “music” is currently being jammed down our throats by our pop-culture elitists. Take the ghetto mumbling we were supposed to accept for a halftime performance at Sunday’s Super Bowl as an example.
We were all gaslighted into accepting the new standard that asserts the more a talentless “artist” phones it, the more accolades we owe them.
Maybe it’s DEI. Maybe it’s the corporate pressure to produce as much crap within the shortest time frame. Perhaps it’s just as stupid as our cultural elitists charging everyone with being uncool and unenlightened if we reject their push to redefine the mediocre products of laziness as some deep, post-modernist artwork we common Western folk simply don’t…
