My Folk Revival
To follow up almost immediately, I’m somewhat encouraged by Sara Bareilles, most famous for showing up in that coolguy’s living room in the recent Rhapsody commercial. We see similar production out of Colbie Caillat right now.
It’s nice to hear “singer-songwriter” in conjunction with women performers, rather than a cup size and filmography that for some strange reason is captured entirely on a night-vision Handycam.
Somewhat relatedly, there should be some rule that Norah Jones should not be played in a room with easy access to firearms or potent prescription drugs. How could you win so many Grammy awards before anyone even knows about you, and then still be that depressing?
I by no means intend this blog to become focused on handbag design, but it’s a decent example of what I feel happening right now:
We’re seeing a bit of expression seeping through the media interface, especially amongst women. And it doesn’t seem to be the pit-hair variety that we had to endure during the 90’s. Well, maybe for a lot longer than that.
Men, I think, are a bit consumed with productivity and achievement right now, which is consistent with generational analysis for the Millenials (Shell’s and my preferred term for the “Y” generation). Either achievement or trying to project that elusive image that membership in the leisure class is bought by affording that $100 pre-wrinkled A&F shirt without needing a straight job.
We have some very humorous foppery for our times with these American Eagle types. I mean the kind who walk into the store wearing branded clothes from the store, from head to toe.
Are you aware of how bull goose loony the CEO of A&F actually is? Let’s just say he’s even more fascinated by the A-team high school quarterback than the cheerleaders are.
Gotta get to bed.