Monday - October 15, 2007

Grossa nova. 

Have you heard Sting's Englishman in New York bossa novified? I have. It's horrible. It's the song without the soul. It's a woman with blank eyes, shambling down a generic street. I don't normally mind the repurposing that goes on within pop music. I don't even normally mind pop music. But enough already. 

This reincarnation of bossa nova is the new muzak. 

For a refreshing break, cue Porcelain and the Tramps.