T.Swift has decided to take herself off of Spotify because she’s worth SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. She just can’t even anymore, you guys.
Some of you don’t give a rat’s ass, some are relieved and some are like us: fuckin’ bummed out.
Yes, that’s right.
I’m a 40 year old Taylor Swifter and her songs have inspired many a dance party in my kitchen.
Is her music “art” as she calls it?
In some circles that is very debatable, but I like to think of art as something that moves people. I don’t care if your reaction is disgust, disdain, glee, amazement, introspection, or it’s just something that makes you wanna shake it.
Art, in any form, is art as long as it moves people in some way.
Indifference is the artist’s worst enemy.
Her definition of her art (and art in general) is totally fucked up because she refers to all of it as “rare and valuable.”
Oh, honey. Some art is indeed rare and valuable, but there are a dozen or so pop princesses out there. I’ll give you the art thing, but it is not rare. In fact, it is ubiquitous.
However, I agree that it is valuable. Its value for me lies in the enjoyment it brings to people and not in the amount of cash it delivers to already stuffed coiffures. Judging by the home she purchased here in Rhode Island, she is not hurting for mortgage payments and heat. So, I’m disappointed. I have stuff like food and warmth to purchase instead of albums. Maybe little girls will buy her albums with their allowance money, but that’s sad too.
How can she take their allowance money? They worship her, and she looks at them with $$$ in her eyes.
You cannot place a dollar sign on the fun and happiness that art inspires in fans. It is priceless.
Money, although nice and awesome if you can make some whilst doing what you love, should not be a primary motivation for being an artist and sharing your work.
Some people hate her songs, but people like Girlfriend, Homeslice, Ehpa, Pam and me find it perfect for dancin’ like you just don’t care.
What an amazing power that is.
I get all bummed out after I spend hours writing a blog post, for instance, and nobody reads or comments. I’m completely stoked when somebody reads and has something to say. Trolls are even welcome. Bring it, assmonkeys. You cannot hurt me with your words! I shall throw you to the ground very roughly!
A little bit of pee comes out when something I write connects with someone and makes them laugh or feel like their life is normal or whatever. That should be what makes her happy, too.
I wanna see Taylor Swift piss herself at one of our dance parties. It is a sight to behold, let me tell you.
There is video, you may not see it.
We pay for Spotify, and even though she makes a fraction of a penny for every time someone plays one of her songs, MILLIONS OF PEOPLE ARE DOING IT. I know that in this household alone, we have played her tunes enough times to have purchased at least one album, so fuck you, Taylor.
She’s not our favorite anymore because she’s acting like big giant greedy poo-poo baby!
I cannot get down with that literally or figuratively.
I am super disappointed in her life choices.
And so, dear Taylor, we are skakin’ you off.
I’m sure you’ll be writing about this in your next album entitled “Why Does Everyone Think I’m a Douchebag Now?” coming out in December 2015 when you realize that nobody listens to your rare and valuable art anymore. If we can’t hear you on Spotify, well then, you are dead to the QOFEs.
I guess it’s on to the next one, but for now, I am happy to be free from her spell, confused by her choice, and lonely for a new dance party favorite (mainly because her songs remind me of Ehpa and I play them when I miss her).
Perhaps this young lady has the right idea:
Other replacement suggestions welcome below, but remember we need shit to shake what our mommas gave us.
Suggestions for Meshuggah or the like will not be considered (I’m looking at you, Mister!)
Meshuggah makes me need a Xanax.
- Crissy Drives Like the Wind
- I Can’t Live If Living Is Without You!
- A day at the zoo
- Things that Suck OR Why Mommy Drinks “A Hundreds” of Wine
- You do Fosse, Fosse, Fosse! You do Martha Graham, Martha Graham, Martha Graham! Or Twyla, Twyla, Twyla! Or Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd, Michael Kidd! Or Madonna, Madonna, Madonna!