I learned that
Loreen had won the
Eurovision thing
late this past Saturday night because I needed the Wikipedia homepage
URL wherein her arresting visage was found. That was my first mistake.
Wikipedia's front door aggregator always sends me off on wildly
inapposite diversions, impeding my ever expanding course of much delayed
study. My second mistake was stumbling down YouTube's advertising
rat-hole to reconnoiter
toute cette agitation.

Clicking on Loreen's vaguely war-painted face here will lead you to a play
list I assembled as a testament to the depressing waste of time spent
vainly searching for something—
anything!—that wasn't a complete
bouillante pile de merde.
Yeah, more than a hour skipping through mindlessly saccharine and
unnecessarily sexualized third-rate cabaret acts incongruously plodding
across some multi-euro(FAIL!) stage in ...
Azerbaijan? ... really?
That Azerbaijan?
Trackshittaz. Austrian. I guess they don't
suck that much.
Alles klar, Herr Kommissar. Chah!
I needed restitution
, though retribution was foremost amid my now meandering, wantonly unguided mentation. Clearly
40°25′N 49°50′E wasn't working. Serendipity swept her brightly colored
Chima to
37°35′N 127°0′E making good my foray into the nominally brain crushing vapidity of the billion dollar(FAIL!)
narcissist network, thankfully eclipsing all the “sexy sexy sugar” in Central Asia. (Azerbaijan. Europe. Azerbaijan. WTF?)
Funny Story #1
This all amounts to what I can at present best describe as "Yet Another
Object Lesson In Why I try Not To Pay Attention To (Almost) Anything
Everybody Is Talking About," a subject ranging from
Mad Men—likely a
worthwhile diversion—to
Hunger Games,
Game of Thrones, or any gaming of vampires, werewolves and ghosts ...
id est: occult. Life is all about choices. Are you happy with yours?

It's funny because this past January I came across Patrick St. Michel's “
Does Korean Pop Actually Have a Shot at Success in the U.S.?” at
The Atlantic, and though induced to save links and briefly ponder its contents for future whinging remonstrance ultimately decided
Dostoyevsky was a better call—id est,
até agora.
St. Michel's (or his editor's) choice of embedded videos impressed on
me the already mentioned object lesson, a discouragement from seeking
any deeper knowledge of what appears to be a
K-Pop explosion. Actually,
that
would be my first mistake, because when I randomly clicked on a
W&Whale video in YouTube's “suggested” list this past Saturday it then lead to four
days of listening and arranging and flat our groove mongering. Seriously: see the embedded playlist at the top.
I don't know who Patrick St. Michel is or what his qualification's are
for calling himself a “print + new media storyteller” but given his
disconcerting performance in The Atlantic I am more than a little
disinclined to to follow
his link.
He only mentions
BoA dismissively in passing and spends more time
lightly sketching the past half century hit-and-miss of Asian Pop's
cross-Pacific appeal. Wanker! What about
Clazziquai Project? What about a
whole bunch of stuff I'm gonna have to find time to dig out of
YouTube's cankerous commercial wasteland. Waitaminute...
GrooveShark!
/∇\ORE ... later
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