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View Poll Results: The Coolest | |||
Johnny Rotten | 0 | 0% | |
David Bowie | 7 | 25.00% | |
Andre 3000 | 1 | 3.57% | |
Johnny Cash | 4 | 14.29% | |
Thom Yorke | 1 | 3.57% | |
Slash | 2 | 7.14% | |
Kurt Cobain | 2 | 7.14% | |
Jack White | 1 | 3.57% | |
Frank Sinatra | 0 | 0% | |
Other | 10 | 35.71% | |
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07-19-2006, 01:47 PM | #31 (permalink) |
Groupie
Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: United States (Gulf Coast)
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I'm going to say Bob Dylan. Some can't get into his music because of his voice (Personally I love his music. His 1965-67 material is brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. But I digress...) but so many musicians and artists have tried hard to ape his iconoclastic coolness for so many years and none have succeeded. People like David Bowie and Lou Reed come close, I guess, and I really like their music for the most part, but where Dylan seem so real, so profound, they come off as a bit superficial by comparison. Not only did Dylan do the "rebellious" thing with pointing out the evils of adult society, he pointed out all the problems with his own generation and never took his "followers" and "idolizers" seriously.
This is really hard to judge, now that I think about it. "Coolness" is even more subjective than "artistic merit" or the ever so ambiguous "it's good music" explanation for liking a style.
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07-19-2006, 01:52 PM | #32 (permalink) |
ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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Keith Emerson. Yehp.
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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