Music is fucked-up these days, isn’t it? It used to be so simple, stop by Karma Music or Camelot, grab a new CD, take it home and pound it into your skull until you know every note and every word. If an album was solid enough to rise through the radio and MTV rotations, it was probably good enough to warrant due attention, assuming it satisfied the minimal stylistic standards I held as a teenager.

Then I heard the Velvet Underground, and then the internet exploded. [Read more…]